Dreamy Spring

Dreamy spring Spring sun, I sit in the yard surrounded by high walls for privacy, alas, it is to hide my fear of people and the boredom of ordinary, talkative life. Nevertheless, my view is splendid the sky, and clouds making faces of people I knew, sometimes into ugly monsters with sagging flesh and a toothless grin- cirrus cannot make visible teeth- a plane overhead makes a pale jet-stream. "Are you using sun-cream" a voice from the inside hollers; spring sun is a friend it warms does not burn the August sun does that. A tank regiment of grey clouds hides the pleasant air I feel the cold and scan the sky for drones, hide indoors till I see, through a crack in the curtain, all-clear signals time for a walk before lunch.