The tapping of the rain on the window pane
And the wind howling through the mighty oak
Teardrops stain the window’s glass
As tired eyes stare from an exhausted lass
Sleep comes as her lids finally close,
A blanket wrapped to keep her warm.
Finally sweet slumber settle in,
And her aging face wears a grin.
Drifting away from the day comes with ease
Now she may drift off to dream as she please.
April 2, 2022 – DRM