Through My Window
through my window I watch for signs of her
but my muse cannot be seen
in starkly barren trees
I thought I caught a glimpse of my beloved
in a winter dove’s white breast
but then she soared away
Written 1/20/14 by Andrea Dietrich
for nette onclaud's Through My Window poetry contest
(double kimo)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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