Book of Poetry & Intresting/Favorite Quotes

Curious

My breath spreads across the glass, white film layers over the smooth pane
I swipe my hand across it, drops fall from my hand to the window sill
Will it stain, I ask?

Wind howls passed the window, I squint to see a shadow pass my vision
I swipe vigorously at the pane, water spatters on the sill
Why won’t the shadow remain, I ask?

I reach for the latch, I touch it gently, Do I tighten it? Do I loosen it?
my fingers stick to the icy latch, I pull away
Why did it burn, I ask?

I see it, you dancing across the blinding white lawn
blinking I tear my eyes from the sight, I breath in ready to yell for my mother
Would she like to see you, I ask?

Mother scorns the cold, I like its bite on my fingers and toes
I can tell we like each other you are easy to please as you dance on my window pane
Why does mother hate you so, I ask?

I reach for the latch again and push up the window, a burst of cold air enters the house
you chase the wind, rushing around painting my room in white
Why is it so cold, I ask?

I yank it shut to block the cold, you melt as the wind beats on the pane,
demanding entrance the shadow returns hiding in the wind
Why does it hide, I ask?

Tick-tock tick-tock, goes the old clock whispering
to the ranting wind, as it shakes the house in rage
Why is the wind angry, I ask?

I hide under my blankets hoping it won’t find me,
that tormenting wind, I squeeze my eyes shut
Can it find me, I ask?

I drift in sleep, and dream
of you dancing with the wind
  Are you a dream, I ask?