The Window
The window is almost without substance.
Hardly thinking about it unless you
need to change it in some way. It can
be made of glass, paper , plastic, or nothing at all.
There can be one to your heart, your soul, your
mind, and even to heaven.
The rain makes music upon it.....
One can open, shut, obscure, clean
decorate, or break it.
Theres nothing like a breeze through it....
You can find it in a home, in the ceiling
and in a flat bottomed boat.
It comes in all sizes and shapes...
big, little, round, square, oval; limited
only by our imagination...
Bless the window and the interest
and comfort it brings to our lives.
For the Word contest..
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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