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.
