At My Window Sill
light breaks across my window sill
golden rays of early morning sun
filtered by the window’s pane
a symbol, another day has come
i gaze out across my window sill
watch the play of two young squirrels
hear the songs morning birds sing
feel the warmth upon my face
i linger in front of my window sill
staring at the green of the woods
and dream of passing this day
here, at my window sill
Copyright © Rd Mcmanes | Year Posted 2018
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