Sue K Green Poet Quatrain

Through My Window

Through My Window

Through my window
     I see spring flowers bloom
          Summer’s blazing sun
               Autumn's vivid plume.

I see white snows of winter
     Watch all the seasons change
          Wonder how this script was written
               And who directs this wondrous stage.

There outside my window
     The seasons go and come
          Life and death are witnessed
               Each does in turn succumb.

Somehow this play of life was written
     Only outlines of a show
          Scenes filled by our words and actions
               Those to come will know.

What will the story be?
     What act are they to follow?
          The script not yet all written
               Nor the ending of our show.

As I’m looking through my window
     And the many years that passed
          I can so enjoy the memories
               That thankful I was cast.

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Rauwolfia Ra February 1, 2014 at 2:39 PM sure you can use mine.

Rauwolfia Ra February 1, 2014 at 12:10 AM Great comparison, I love the third tranza. I suppose life could be described as a play that God directs. Thank you for your comment, I was wondering what you meant by 'the heart of the matter contest.’ Sue K Green February 1, 2014 at 8:12 AM "The Heart of the Matter" contest asks that you read another member's poem and be inspired by it to write one of your own.