by Desmond » Thu Dec 05, 2013 1:42 pm
The window of glass, once clear and pristine,
Sits lonely in its empty house of wood.
The tenants long gone, it awaits the cold;
And it comes, as it always will, pure white
Delicately gracing the old, cracked sill.
The frost will come, sure and swiftly behind
To shatter the peace of the view outside;
With crystals of ice, the snow blurs away,
And the visitors stop by for another stay -
Small bodies heat up the cozy old shack
Turning frost to fog, and locking out Jack.
*I seriously wrote this wanting to wax poetic on an old frosty window, which became a window on a birdhouse, which... spawned this thing. I guess it's still about the cold, but also about the warmth one can find in it. And the Jack mentioned is referring to old Jack Frost. And, yeah, the "tenants" are birds. To me, they're house sparrows. But yeah. 8D