I walk,
In my mind, past
Limitations imposed
By wearied limbs and brain-fog.
Outside.

Outside,
The white clouds drift
In sparse, scattered clusters
Brilliant against the trees and
Houses.

Houses
Stand dark, empty
As owners head outdoors
Bound for work or play, enjoying
Sunshine

Sunshine
Bathes the garden
In light, and heat, too much
For me to bear, I sit inside,
Happy.

Happy,
Are you surprised?
Yes, happy despite all.
Contented, I lie and look at
Clear skies.

Form: Crown Cinquain

Prompt: Go for a walk, and be inspired by what you see, hear, smell, and feel.