Breakfast in Bed

After Bedroom Window, by Howard Hodgkin

Kites of gold on a crimson coat
tethered still to a pink heart,
jet dancers in liquid emerald.

Three crows flap down
grip the balcony rail with scaly claws
shrug feathers twitching with crab spiders
lumber and look at me.

Yesterday was a lotus leaf. 
Yesterday was a golden courtyard. 
Yesterday was stillness
broken only by the exquisite
play of light and dark.

The blue sky deepens now
ready again to throw shadows
and one by one
the crows drop away.