Windopane

WINDOWPANE From my windowpane I see milky seedpods floating by, Randomly they wink at me. From this elegantly glassy frame the beauty that I see- Is right here in front of me. I see the sun has sauntered past my stoop- Now it’s past my window frame, And continues down the grassy lane. Past the fields of new mowed hay, And past now my great-grandfather’s old chicken coop. A collage of colors this I see, A golden meadow, a gleaming pond And a never-ending sea of green. All this I see standing here looking- Out my windowpane. I rejoice with hope, and comfort comes for- No matter how fearful tomorrow might be. This is what I need to see a bird perched in a tree. All this I see from my windowpane.