Notes About The Poem
Feb. 8, 2021
Inspired by winter's magic: snow glorious snow, creating a fantasy world where there is pause and peace.
A View From My Window
A View From My Window
Perched high above the tree line
A lofty place to be,
A birds-eye view of roof tops
And smoking chimney's.
Rising higher than the eye can see,
Spiral rings take flight,
Riding on the playful wind,
Like string-less kites; vanish out of sight.
A sleepy village awakens
To a blanket of pristine snow,
Gaily glazing abandoned fields,
Where flowers use to grow.
Window panes are frosted
In delicate scalloped lace,
Fences stand like sentinels,
Wearing a bearded face.
Clerical collars band wooden columns,
Whose ledges are built of stone,
And flirtatious flakes, congregate,
A textured pattern all their own.
Eaves, hard line edges,
Now swathed in frothy white,
A creamy marshmallow icing;
An illustrated, storybook delight.
As daylight turns to dusk,
And street lamps begin to glow,
The drifting snow keeps rising,
With peace and calm below.
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