Out My Window

In the view out my window Nature moves languid across time Creates a twitch of beautiful info I corral my pen as I contemplate a chime The clouds wave mysteriously fused all about As mountains wear a fresh water weaved cape A silhouette of trees in prayer of the devout Humble to spirit, I itch a poem into shape In the beautiful view out my window A crater-let lake swirls, smiles with some blues Then cloud shadows mix with a sweet indigo And I twitch with a smile while greeting my muse Villages nestle against mottled green slopes Now motor boats speed us quickly to port Tourists relax in the arms of their hopes While I itch to write daily these scenes of all sorts In the view out my window I fly past like a flamingo written: 10-11-2019 For the Itch, witch, glitch or twitch Poetry Contest