My Window Cill
Solemn and gray
The hours slip away
Raindrops for my friends
As I watch their falling end
On my window cill
The air moves the trees
A soft and steady breeze
That plays with my hair
As I contemplate and stare
From my window cill
Life framed drives by
In the blink of an eye
So many blinks to go
Wonder what will land tomorrow
On my window cill
Staying on my side
As the world does a glide
And feel all more the stuck
Mired in the muck
Around my window cill
The frost dances on glass
My fingertips make a pass
Cold sticking to my skin
And its all held in
By my window cill
So many moments spent here
Emotions from joy to fear
All witnessed and enclosed
Or so the story goes
Within my window cill
