From View To Hope

the wind blows gray clouds under the hazy sky i think it will be weeping at the Apt. edge fallen leaves hanging on the back of a Ginko branch it strikes the air in the hallway puppy barking, a child eyes, footprints... washing machine running, sink.......dripping water sound, go through the crack window shakes maple trees touches so that it is not cold during the night disappearing views in the morning sun those became a hope.