View From My Window

The Field

I have stood in the middle
of a field looking out at the fog
that swirls like a wingless thing
and keeps the promise of life
for all to revere in

I have stood in the middle of a field
as a storm rolls in,
and I have heard the wind ripping
at the branches of the trees
and the grass at my feet

while the wind moans and bellows
like a terrible monster
and the whole world sleeps