The View From a Window

A view of the ragged woodland from The window:- Slender branched trees that shed From high above to low below; The faint, mauven peaks Smattered with barely visible Scatterings of drifted snow; Across the matted undergrowth A bronzed carpet of copper coloured Leaves Whose rusting hue, Momentarily ignited by stray Sunbeams weakly smouldering, Briefly refurbished - Deceives with all the colours of a Rainbow... From vibrant red through to shy Hints of indigo; Those vague outlines indicating Receding hills; Here, arising, long ago, every waking Dawning, The creaking structures Of groaning and imposing mills; Soon a slow thawing that quickly Spills Into the trickling replenishments Of many gushing and silvery little Rills. Enchantment gripped me! And I found myself wistfully Thinking... Maybe, perhaps, maybe, somewhere, Just behind where the great Flattening Orb Is now rapidly shrinking, That I might, by perchance, find, If I did so hope to bravely dare, To happen upon a hidden and Sedentary way of life up there? That, forgotten, has turned its Back on the social conflicts Plagued by the curses of ingrained Vice; Encumbering a soul with its petty Squabblings, Imposing upon with demands and Avarice... When placing unnecessary burdens On a honest bodies daily call Of grinding toil and wearisome Strife! And still stood, With hands outstretched upon the Painted sill, At the waist half-bent, Now troubled by quiet mutterings In an inexplicable sorts Of self-imposed discontent, My staid consciousness almost Unawares, As, momentarily distracted, I hesitated, and, unseeing, Inattentively stared... Until... A ragged chapter of cawing Daws, Loudly jabbering overhead, Suddenly wheeled - And upwardly soared! Whereupon, in murderous haste, Awkwardly fled When laboriously stealing away Back inside the stubbled fields... Thus causing me to slowly straighten; Whilst, with a singular heartfelt pang, Liken a moorland mist slowly rolling Over That indivisibly conceals... Drew shut the sullen curtains, which, Heavily embroidered with indeterminate finality, Dejectedly hang... Each draped aside of the cold Reveals.