Out My Window

Out my window in the Spring at last I hear the birdies sing. The dark morn gives way to light. Winter chill has lost it’s bite. Out my window in summertime bees buzz as wind chimes. Roses burst to bloom in June. Scent of sweet pea fills the room. Out my window in the autumn leaves change colour from top to bottom. Smoke from wood fire across the deck as birds from hanging feeders peck. Out my window in the winter icicles hang and then splinter. The garden below slumbers deep until at last Spring does creep.