View From a Window
Raindrops splashed upon the glass
but every pane is cleared
of the residue of memory and thought.
Clean slate, opaque images, visions of the past present
sliding in on gray-white humid skies
rumbles growling off in the distance;
rays glisten on the dew drops
sultry sticky oppressive breezes
writhe and jolt contortions of the air;
Breath fogs in the atmospheric soup
and the walls close in tight around
but the window view remains;
puckered roses bud, blossom and bloom
unfolding flourishes of nature's beauty
as the primrose rises from the low ground;
Irises fad, triple blooms retreating and decaying on the stalk
while passion flowers stretch and wind the tressles
laying flat tall to soak in the sun;
Spring lingers fighting back the rain
leaning in to soak in the summer sun
and the view from the window ever changes.
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