The air is a combination of yellow and green
Mixed to a blue that changes continually,
Where clouds float through the sea of it,
And dip at the junction of broken glass.
White fields spotted with brown and green trees
And sunlight and frozen-over
Lakes and ponds and stopped brooks
Try to orient themselves in the fracture.
and now I too have looked thru a cracked pane...
it was perfect,
butterfly slippers thanks you