the early morning storm

it's a lovely
early morning storm.

sheets of silver rain, cold
and hard

blow across the window panes.
the colors
of the woods, streaked

in a magnificent work of art.
nature
at its finest.

dabbling with brush
and wind.

the bare trees, grey and brown,
the ancient sky

low and rumbling.

i'll sit and watch until
it's time to go,

but for now. i'll sit by
a window,
crack it slightly to listen
and watch
the show.