Gazing Out My Window West
Gazing out my window west
A light-blue sky o'er the crest
of trees and houses, a low skyline
did lure me linger a moment's time
My eye chanced on a nearby lawn
buried by cotton clumps all 'round
How strange, I thought, this time of year
Shouldn't they be snowballs, dear
Sunset came, cotton disappeared
In its place, leaves, meek-yellow, sere
lately fallen from reluctant branch
my window's impression, wan, drear...
Behind me, eastward, moon's fast rising
Majesty marred by jealousy
Face glum, disfigured-frowning --
Tongue stuck out at me
for my westward zealotry...
Sundown's sky now pale yellow --
Though through tangled tree branches
that yellow brightened some --
Yet this evening there would be
but the slightest streaks of red
~ Back to a smiling moon
my fickle gaze was led
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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