Wind from the Sea- Andrew Wyeth

The gossamer curtains float toward me

The wind hits my face with a dry, uncomfortable warmth

This lonely view

One worn road leads away from the house

The light streams in from the outside yet it is not a bright day

The wind seems to rush in through the curtains but outside the landscape looks still

The short, dead grass is unaffected by the summer breeze

And the only life visible seems to be the distant trees

Or the apparent life of the lace birds in the curtains

Whipping about with the motion of the invisible wind

What a dull and broken house

The ripped shade shows wear and tear and the walls are cracked with age

Shades of faded brown are all this house knows now

It has taken on the hue of its surroundings

Secluded and all alone

That circle of black trees serves as a gate that shuts out this house from the world

Yet the sea lies in sight

Only a shining sliver of that vast sea shows

Shining brighter than the sky

It is a symbol of escape away from this isolated house

Yet I am inside looking out

Content to stay here in my solitude

In this old and worn house