I woke to tapping panes,

tears would gather on my sill.

The sun miles away in the east,

clearly shadowed, chilling showers.

I wandered deep inside clouds

searching for my light of day.

The winds outside would change,

carrying fears I might disdain.

Seems funny when we feel rain,

wet skin not yet allowing spring.

I laid my head upon my pillow,

wishing she might hear my song.

aquietwalk 3/2022