Through Paned Glass

Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves in the fardel of branches as they trembled beneath the relentless breath of april's storm i watched them from my window this paned glass smudged over with the splatter of lashing rain pulsating against my hands as i struggled to see clearly through the ambages of drops gliding down in an oblique trail as they fell from ashen skies and sullen eyes the same this window has become my passage to the forbidden outside world where society once traipsed freely upon these cobblestone streets yet all i hear are the echoes of rain as it plummets downward all i see are these trees struggling to remain grounded in the lash of storm's fury forthwith i see you, me, a society clinging together likes these leaves in the midst of this storm trying to break free april 24, 2020 * Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves* line credit to Vijay Pandit Poetic lines Contest Sponsored by Silent One