Winter Storm

By Abrahim Harb

we are trapped
in this place,
we call home.

rap, tap,
rap, tap,
as it beats on the window.

I see a flash of light,
I look towards the window,
the winds have been summoned.

As they toss to and fro,
the light in the corner,

He sits in the room,
and stares at the wall,
as he longs for the love.

the love,
the kiss,
the embrace.

Like the embrace,
nature has on the world.