Misty Window

Sky fades grey clouds hang low

rain runs down a misty window,

snow now sleet upon the sill

drip drip drip, water spill,

The cusp of spring breaking ground

sprouting shoots, without a sound,

soon to flare colours bright

from dark blood red, to feather white.

As night recedes kissed by dawn

like golden nuggets, stand ears of corn,

beneath the armada of floating clouds

lie scattered shadows, speckled shrouds.

Summer scent now fills the air

as pollen unfurls, for bees to share,

gone, are traces of winters snow

as sun breaks through, my misty window.

Author's Note

First post, my grammar isn't the best, but greatful for your feedback :})