no sound fuller than the wind
tossing leaves up and over
and against our window screen
as we lie here,
breeze smoothing our shoulders
retreating, surrendering
at long last
no sound fuller than the wind
tossing leaves up and over
and against our window screen
as we lie here,
breeze smoothing our shoulders
retreating, surrendering
at long last
2 responses to “My window at night ix”
“at long last” <3
So visual, sensual, lovely.
Eventually … thanks for your patience.