Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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WINDOWPANE

Scattered shadows brush
my windowpane, sweep away
as eerie phantoms of the storm
weep, painful relic, plural
brooding, as tarnished silver
remembers a past, confident
merriment, dying, little known
hollow light, dim as battered
branches, wood heave and
somber leaves wave good night.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. May 11, 2014