Red Cone (LF)-#127-Window pane

window pane

streaming in
the morning sun
shattered window pane remains intact
facing east
so shadows touch me
the old oak tree stands silently
the air is still
not a creature to be seen
soft cooing of a dove
and the blue sky
is crossed with vapour trails
a deep breath
a sigh
lush pastures green
a spring meadow yet to be seen