Windy grey day blowing blue veins of rain.
My windowpane-heart starts to weep, lonely
For you. Then change of direction, and same
Window is floating with buds of unknown
Pink flowered hue. Is it bringing more news
Perhaps of us two? Discerning connections
I watch for sensation, 'though refusing
To believe you are gone. Now yellows reflect
A summertime-bright flash on my pane, love's
Explosion brings flames of warmth, and at last
You arrive. My window swings wide then 'bove
Dark mists, lights with blazoning sun, gasping
As whispered, long waited messages start,
I run to your arms, and melt in your heart.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-windowpane-wait/
