My Window of Time

Looking through the lattice like grid One pane springs forth the budding greens flowering colors, an early sun so vivid As seasons change, so the reflective scene Viewing next pane but not quite the same greener a child dives into watery sheen to cool himself from the suns hot flame As the next pane turns a little frosty, greens leave for the coming golden and reds A light rain dances on the lake, geese are lofty, as times change, yet wings of beauty are spread Icicles drip in the window, cold has returned but the white shimmering lights remain The woven snowflakes and a child turns glides across the lake spins the last pane