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.
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