For Evening Wind

With the window open
And the curtains blown
She crawled into bed
Naked and alone.

The fluffed feathered pillows
And paintings on the wall
Cocooned her in the room
Through the Spring and into Fall.

With ruffled down blankets
And a pitcher by her side,
She prepared for her Winter nap
And waking to a frozen moon rise.

The room grew dark
As the wind started to howl,
She would sleep so hardy
And she would sleep now.