Green outside my window
Grey behind the green
I sit and look at trees and clouds
On sights no one's ever seen.
Tall, tall trees growing taller
Thick grey fog, heavy mist
Hiding near purple mountains
Like wool over amethyst.
Open window, breathing cool air
Slender breeze plays with my hair
Raindrops fight for shelter -- some make it in
And those lucky few bead up on my skin.

Feb 1989