Greedy for the light they press soft leaves to the cool glass
The stems yearn over one another
Etiolated by desire.
The storm splatters rain hard against the window
The roof lifts a little in the wind
Groaning to resettle it’s self on the February house.
The empty quater of view is suddenly red kite –
Angled tail and feathers quartering the lift and bluster of the day.
Inside, the leaves press harder.