The Wide Window

A bright green breeze rustles among tired trees, Through the wide window. Fall morns and noons find a dearth of bright blooms Through the wide window. Hellish heat before rain, come again the cool steam Through the wide window. Sunset falls, cicadas call and beckon, Through the wide window. And quiet old minds instinctively find heavy eyes Through the wide window. That time of rest, who have labored best, their night, Close the wide window.