The Window...

The window shuts so ever tightly...
Because it's autumn, and the wind's chilly...

The trees wave so carefreely at the wind so violently...

A contradictory...

I see watching the sky rolling on in waves of clouds, rumbling on...
like a clam from beneath the ocean,

watching the torrents,

going in swirls of mist and frost...

a beautiful evening...

turning from tangerine grey to purple spray...

from my hard shelly shelter,

i gaze whole day...