Grey

[Mopkins]

As time falls (possibly 'passes' in place of falls for extras sssss)
so slowly
and snow outside
drifts softly,
I sit with you-
so quiet.
This silence is a riot. (this end rhyme is intentional? it's a bit of a trafficbump in an otherwise yet unrhymed peice - but nice anyway esp with opposing meanings)

Awake some early morning,
dull and entranced,
I await the storm
behind the cold,
hard glass. ( may be too verbiose - but comtemplated 'i await the coming storm/behind the cold,/uncaring glass. for a bit more vitamin c)

Scattered on the window, (maybe 'thriving on the window' for a bit of fungal growth and assonance)
ice has grown
so life-like
in the dim glow
of a street light,
cracking as the wind blows.

You gaze in my direction,
eyes of fire reflection-
I breathe
on the glass
watching snow engulf mass. (maybe 'overwhelm' in place of engulf for a bit more ohhhh and wwww and mmmm)

Wisps in shadows
from a howling thunder, (possibly 'form' not 'from')
distant on horizons, (hmmm little cliched and multiple horizons?)
clash with sudden lightning.

While time
falls slowly
and you stare,
so lonely,
I look away.
Everything is grey. (neatly wrapped up wiv a bit of rhyme)

hmmm pleasingly numbing and nice and so cooool