Through My Window
From my bay window, each pane holds my small world
window leaks anticipation out and in this glassy casement
here seasons show their multi-colored faces in a whisper
Trees liberated from weight of their leaves, I eavesdrop...
wintertime's icy snowflakes tint my windows with glacial frost
a cold paralysis edges over my fingers
All that is past…
my windowpanes grow then shrink conditionally
wintry days take flight under my breath
for now, spring passion comes bursting as beautiful tableau...
Oh look,
squirrel flashes up toward his tree nest hidden in oak verdancy
he carries a corn cob to eat
does it taste of salt and melted butter?
A bird house on the nearby maple feeds my feathery neighbors
don’t tell--but the cardinals are hatching three crimson chicks
listen, the chirp, chirp, chirp... a natural but alluring annoyance
Newly mown bouquet of grass wafts into my room
this essence returns me to a time eating warm rhubarb pie
while watching Grandpa mow our lawn
April showers bring an array of wonderment
a pretty teen girl walks under her bright paisley umbrella
of course, matching raincoat and galoshes… such fun to see
My goodness… alert… alert... feline at six o’clock anticipating
cardinals to take wing for worms; feline slithers toward chicks
what a clever bird... he swoops down squawking at the cat
Life leaps out at me now, casting shadows
no matter--if you are out and about,
come size up the earth
through my window
Copyright © Carol Davis | Year Posted 2017
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