agoraphobia

                                The winds are strong

                                It's bitter cold

                                I think I'm getting too damn old 

                                To brave the island's icy floors

                                Or even to go out of doors

 

                                I think I'll watch the sun from here

                               As it strikes my chandelier

                               Get deliveries from the store

                               And wait for spring a little more

 

—homage to Frank Martin