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.