Night Beyond The Glass Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Night Beyond The Glass



Looking into windows only reflections of self staring back
at me, darkness of night beyond the glass silent and still.

Leaves of a small tree leaning against the window, hoping
to feel a little of the heat being generated within.

As it's cold outside and like we humans, they try to get
away from it however they can also.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success