Windows: A Sonnet

Windows In the barred window hung a perfect dress. Its train swept the floor. It’s creamy folds shined with dreams of wedded bliss. Wait for me, dress, for I’ve not yet met a man to call mine. Beyond the next window down that same street, a family gathers to share a meal while I stand cold and alone on the street. No supper waits for me. No one to steal a moment of their time, just a cold hearth, a silent home, me on my own.  I turn Head quickly away but I feel that dearth. Paws click on glass. The dog toppled an urn. … Continue reading Windows: A Sonnet