Caught between Clouds
Caught between clouds
Sunlight stares at me.
Illuminates the web on my window pane
And runs before I can offer it a drink.
My cheeks crinkle hard like paper,
Lips pull together as if sewn by string,
And the wind whispers of a season
I wrote this poem from my desk (a mid century modern piece that surprisingly came with my dorm room) as I watched one of the last summer suns set. I was actually warm as the sun came through my window and I realized "ahh it's almost winter" and "ahh this may be one of the last times the sun is around like this". I am weirdly still so melancholy about the changing of the seasons!