Outside In

I stand at my window.
I look to the distant clouds.
They are dark and beautiful
And demand my attention.

They send a gust my way
And call to me
Speaking with the noise
Of the blowing leaves.

I welcome them in
But they can only blow
Through my window
Then must go again.

The cold on my cheeks
Is comfort from the heat inside
That I never want to leave me
And miss when it's gone.

Come live with me, clouds.
Bring the wind
And the leaves
And come stay in my room.

A tree could grow
Next to my bed.
And a cricket on its branch
Could sing me to sleep.

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