as per request....

[piccolomuse]

the poem i wrote in history:

"Out the Window"

All is still, and
All is mobile
Sweet deafening silence
Fills the atmosphere
Greens, reds, browns
All gone to an
Infinite white
The turbulence of this world
Melts away with the fading autumn
And rings in the new season.

it could use some work, but i was sitting in history and decided to act on my inspiration. voila.