Thoughts in a Backyard

The sky is white today but the sun gets through
warms my face where I in the backyard and enjoy
the good village´s peace and harmony.
 
I like the winter sun in Algarve, the summer one
is too fierce I have to hide in the house and put
shutters on windows before noon.
 
In my childhood I used to draw faces on windows
with night frost, saw them cry and melt away
never to reappear other than in dawn dreams.
 
Infancy, spent long time looking out of windows
seeing all the seasons and watching other children
playing hide and seek.
 
Hospital walls, grey as rainy autumn days, and
adults whispered not for a child to hear, surgery
and endless tests, the child could play again.
 
The whiteness on the sky is a mist now, curtains to
the past is drawn and I do not miss my childhood,
too much pain and aloofness.