The Objects on the Window

Poem by Amanda Chen 10S

My favourite thing sits in front of me now, Curved and twisted, void and solid.

Between brightness and darkness lie two dimensions incomparable. Fog gradually clearing, It grew overnight, out of sight

From nothing to existence.

It is frost at the edge, it is ice and snow

It is the outlined texture of air.

It has drawn a free portrait of the glass, stored in my eyes

It is unique.

Where the snow falls, chimney smoke curls upwards. The background is sunlight, green trees and sky. My heart is in awe, grateful for this moment of peace brought to me. This wonderful encounter, seeds dropped onto the ground and taking root.

They stay there in silence, waiting for the end of their life. If I had never seen them, nobody would care. They are on the outside of my window in the morning. A small patch from small drops, and a large patch of Holy and negligible Mist.