yellow
an old woman sits in a yellow-backed chair
withered fingers marking pages in a withering book
its slow weight gathers on her blanketed lap
while she stares at the window towards the imminent dusk
the scattered yellow light of seven o'clock
smears hazy grey stains as falls through the glass
etching shapes from shadows in the carved wood legs
as they shiver with the rhythm of her skeletal breath
a yellow cat wanders to the old woman's lap
and purrs his yellow purrs into her face
her head tilts against the yellow-backed chair
as the book slides off her blanket and knocks against the floor