Window of Mine
Falling fast and hard with a chill in the air… I am drenched with the essence of winter…Safe and sound I am content in my warm and cozy home where I hide…
What do I see? Out of this window of mine…
The harsh storm grows stronger as I gaze intently…The wind billows along searching for its target to tear down and destroy…
What do I see? Out of this window of mine…
I cringe as I stand…my eyes deceived by the site…It takes its first victim… with unfounded strength, small and large, branches are yanked off a tall hollow tree… lay scattered on the frozen terrain…
What do I see? Out of this window of mine…
Copyright © Meg Anderson | Year Posted 2015
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