Hopper's Evening Wind as poetry

Predicament
---- Big Frank Dickinson

This gust - so unexpected
Boldly entered her bedroom window
And was warmly welcomed by her
Just as she was climbing into bed.

With one knee on the bed's fully open covers,
She turns to face blast that caught her un-
Awares, her hair hiding her face in profile,
And long enough to cover her hidden breasts.

The wind creases the perfectly straight part
That holds all but the few stray hairs that are
Lifted aside in sympathy with the
Wild inward thrust of the white curtains.

She's comfortably nude but uncertain
Whether to rise to close the window,
Or to enjoy the cold embrace alone
Within the warmth of her waiting bed.