I sit alone by
our open
window.
With eyes shut, I feel
a slight breeze
come in.
It’s nearly silent
out there now,
so still.
I sense a fey chill
as a cloud
passes.
Drops begin to fall
leaving a
strange scent.
I fear that one might
splash into
our home.
So I close the sash
to shut out
the world.
Again closing my eyes,
I pray for
mercy.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 11:13 AM UTC
I sit alone by
our open
window.
With eyes shut, I feel
a slight breeze
come in.
It’s nearly silent
out there now,
so still.
I sense a fey chill
as a cloud
passes.
Drops begin to fall
leaving a
strange scent.
I fear that one might
splash into
our home.
So I close the sash
to shut out
the world.
Again closing my eyes,
I pray for
mercy.
