The day she breaks with gray and chill,

making space

for all to fill,

prompting angst

in certain corners…

leaving peace

on window sill.

In the moment

breathing steady,

when we speak.

we say the words…

flittering through my mind,

like little birds.

Floating safely

we call on dreams

To break the fall

of sweet slumber,

trusting all…

we care to remember.