Staring Out The Window Sill

Through the frosted panes of glass

A window wrapped in snow

Two brown eyes look down on

The wonderland below


Her wild honey hair

Slightly stirred by a draft

Frames her gentle face

By the shadows halved


And she rests her chin

In the middle of her hands

And her elbows sit

On the golden bands


Criss-crossing the sill

Of the wide window-ledge

And she sighs

And her eyes look over the hedge


She watches the field

Where the children play

And wonders what it’s like

And wants to join the fray


All the while, the children scream

And run around in the snow

And her sad brown eyes look always down

On the wild, white wonderland below

The End

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