Outside My Window
Outside my window
the lemon grass sways in the wind
and the heart shaped leaves of the winding morning glory
fold their hearts in half hiding in the sunlight.
The yard is strangely quiet,
no birds flitting about feeding their young anymore.
All appears done with Spring and summer ended.
Outside my window
the crickets screech in the breeze calling for a warm, humid day
shaded by the oaks and sycamores
the coolness welcomes the morning, promising a bluer than blue sky;
The garden fails to thrive with faded blossoms of black eyed susies
and dried out pink and white coneflowers.
The once promised rainbow of color disappears as I watch quietly.
Outside my window
life changes and hurries on
ready for the next season
welcoming it with silent reluctance.
The life within the garden begins to slumber
gathering food and warmth for a hard winter to come.
Life is still there, ever persistent and awaiting season changes.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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