A spell that has been slit
entered through my vent-like blinds.
It presented my room with the gift of
What a lovely finishing coat
to be painted on my walls.
It tells me of a day when
the tree peeking through the frame of my window
will possess leaves plastered with drops.
that will lure me outdoors only to
drop on my head.
that will seep into my mind
and flood it,
rather than the parched
roots of my hair.
Light brings no-
thing of the past.
compliments, but seemingly
sliding through my window panes.