clear lightning

there is a crack upon my window pane the glass a natural spider web a bursting super nova inside the sceen

the red leaves of the japanese maple tree distorted broken into the shattered kaleidoscope of blood red and clear lightning

beyond this lies the rotting fence which is slowly becoming engulfed by the monstrous plant-creatures of my neighbors property

which will very soon, if left untamed conquer my japanese maple and push through the glass

Written for Dead Poets Live prompt Window Poems