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