broken window ☽

Updated: Mar 23, 2020

so it sit quiet on this hay bale.

in this barn loft.

all i can hear is the sound of sunshine,

& the chickens scratching in the straw.

the thump of a kitty pouncing onto his pals tail.

i'm just sitting here waiting, for the day to pass. the horses are running,

i watch them through this broken window.

tiny birds flutter. the cold air stings my face.

the sun is trying hard, but failing.

i don't know how long i've been sitting here.

this barn loft, i'm drowning in my thoughts.

maybe it's been an hour. maybe two.

i'm tired of writing.

i'm tired of waiting for calving season.

so that is what i'm doing.

i think,

waiting for the day to pass.

the mountains are still watching, & i am lonely for all of you. i promise if u message me i will send you an imaginative cite about yourself. all of my love to all of my favourite quarentined people - ginger ♥️