The Wintery Window
Sitting, I turn and stare
through a window clear.
All the color of what
was summer grass
is gone.
All I see now is snow.
No clouds in sight to see.
A sound of quietness
fills my space.
I draw closer
to the window
to watch the snowflakes fall.
Condensation takes over
on the cold window,
I've warmed with my breath.
The beauty takes over
the moment and I grow
lost in time.
I spend a lot of time here
gazing out this window.
I feel so warm inside yet
frozen in time as I stare
out the wintery window.
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