Outside My Window
Out my invalid’s window I see the hills
wrapped in a crochet of evening fog
Red taillights wink at me as people prepare
to go home at end of day
Cranes reach giraffe necks into
the last bits of sun tinged-sky
Lazy November light that is giving
way to winter tugging its shirtsleeve
Contractors hurry to finish their projects
lest they wake to storms and rain that
were promising to come, and now have
No one eager for winter, except for me
Copyright © Sherry Asbury | Year Posted 2018
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