Woke to nature crying this morn
Tapping at my desk, for the curtain was drawn,
The window pane stood and watched
Drops of rain, coming in sheets, like a fluid veil
Misting the view far over the gray graves
I walked outside and found a feather drenched
How I wish the bird in me could fly
Braving the storms, feeling Almighty's blessings
On wings of hope, in the cold