whipped by wind
my plans are blown away
why would I leave this house anyway?
whipped by wind
my plans are blown away
why would I leave this house anyway?
like many other times
I’ve sat in my chair
staring out the window
condensation around the glass edges
displays the cold outside
but I like it here
deep in thought
about the chair and window
and paper and pen
what a wonderful passing of time
hands kept in pockets
winter breath stays close to me
the city is cold
Rain arrived sudden
Vapour trapped on windows
Winter coat with me