there will come a day when

i will live in a purple cottage under bright blue skies
and there will be a trellis with purple morning glories.

in my purple cottage i will sit in my happy armchair
sipping pink queen's tea
pointing out white clouds of
trolls, elephants, gnomes and
SQUIRRELS!

on the green lawn of my purple cottage with a gleaming yellow door
there will be a dolly weighed with
pancakes stacked with bananas, ice cream and honey
scones hidden behind thick whipped cream
a yellowing Winterson and maybe
a crossword we might finish tomorrow
or today.

when the hour of gloaming looms
it's my favourite time of day
we'll stroll across a knoll
sit on that bench we built two three
eight years ago and watch the yellow
turn a dark purple grey.