"Open Windows at Night"
Greg Budig 2020
Waking up in the dark.
Unsure of the time
or if I'm even awake.
Feeling the soft brush of a
breeze across my face
through the open
windows at night .
I breathe in the night air.
Coolness and damp
touch my nose.
Filling my senses and
settling my mind.
It smells of yesterday's
lilacs and tomorrow's rain.
The atmosphere murmurs
with night sounds.
A questioning owl, a far
away siren. The crickets
sing softly as tires hum on
the pavement. Deep in the
distance a train whistle blows.
Silently listening,
motionless in the darkness,
alone with my thoughts. My
breathing becomes measured
as I slip into slumber. My
dreams have escaped out
the open windows at night.
The End
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