Here's a kinda surrealist poem I wrote the other day, I hope you like it! (Critique is welcome)

Outside my window, wind blows
All blue and blythe, all abounding like sleep
A spindly leaf, freshly fallen, slips under the floor
Evermore, forever under feet
Day becomes day becomes day
And I am small again, and again I am ill
There is wind in my heart, wind underfeet
There is a jar on the cabinet shelf, and the pills are not so sweet
And I am alone again, and there is nothing more to say.
A spider crawls upon my window, and he is swept away
To where the leaf is, to where the wind takes
The weak, the small things
The wind, all blythe and abounding
Through the trees and their many leaves
On this cold night, on the edge of sea
The great, darkened, sea...