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