6 December 2016

A rainy day should lay around and

Cause the trees in the wind to sway

With a breathing, heavy sigh

 

That seems to say;

"Go back inside"

And let us (you and I)

 

(Stand back from the window pane)

Where it is warm and dry..

Here, the cold may pass us by..

 

 Not so, today, when I cast a glance

So casually out from where I sit

Huddled in blankets and 

A heating vent's warm air.. 

 

Not so, for the trees are still

And resolute, refuse to dance

As if the world is holding

Something beside.. 

 

Not a stir amongst the chill

And I am drawn away, to

The innermost of thoughts..

 

And wherever-else I stray

From that lethargic scene

Of silent, wild windless trees..

 

There, cozily I fall

Ever beyond the clamor

And clutter of the fray

 

To this favored, inwards place

And a fine, familiar face..

Long sought, upon a dreary

Sleepy day..

 

Not so cold, at all

When the rain brings me to you

And makes my troubles

Into dreams.. 

 

So, though the hours few

Where I may lay down 

My pen..

 

And find the story anew

I know that I shall

Return to you.