Out My Window Sill

"Daddy Please Come home" Out this hard wood windowsill the ground is hard and raw. The dust does not bellow and the rocks do not stir. The night casts a dark black shadow on the valley of dirt and grass ahead. The moon and the stars do not shine, they are trying, but the perfect white clouds over take them. The trees do not sway to the rhythm of the wind, as it is nonexistent in this moment. The people in their houses surrounding this one do not come and they do not go. The silence of the darkness sends a hush shivering up the road were we wish that one person would make his way; and as the silence increases longing creeps into the life of the atmosphere. Katelyn A Poem, Please