Outside and Inside

The late evening sun
casts its rays through those iron bars
The marble of the window pane
Lights up in portions.

The occasional crunch
of the dry leaves
Under weary feet
startles the pensive cat.

Shimmers of gold
Light up the bare white ceiling
A reflection from the spilled water
On the mosaic-tiled floor.

Kids run out to play
while parents return home
everything is the usual
except, it's cold.

Gingered tea in the white porcelain cup
the windows are still wide open
the crescent of a moon
manifesting along with the setting sun.

A light, sudden breeze
flyaway leaves, gold
everything is the usual
except, it's cold.