Stopping By A Window On A Snowy Evening
Dec. 27th, 2010 04:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greygirlbeastI should be asleep, but I'm not. Not because of the insomnia. Not this time. It's just hard to sleep with the snow piling up Outside, blown across the street like sand over dunes.
The wind pushes the trees about and bellows around the eaves of the House.
At irregular intervals, snowplows rumble down the street.
I think the sky is lighter than when the sun went down.
But I should at least try. To sleep.
Someday, I'll tell the story about the time I was arrested on Valentine's Day, and all I had in the cell with me was a book of Robert Frost poems.
The wind pushes the trees about and bellows around the eaves of the House.
At irregular intervals, snowplows rumble down the street.
I think the sky is lighter than when the sun went down.
But I should at least try. To sleep.
Someday, I'll tell the story about the time I was arrested on Valentine's Day, and all I had in the cell with me was a book of Robert Frost poems.
