Window

Outside my window the leaves of Autumn change color and wait for Winter, as they inch closer to death Inside my window, I see my reflection in the window's pane I too wait for Winter where my skin has wrinkled and grayed as I inch closer to death Like the leaves, I see outside my window I will hang on until the last and wait for Winter's cold rains to fall to cleanse the Earth and bring along streams that roll down my window like tears My hands tremble as the chilly winds blow away the dying leaves where they tumble into darkness when the sun rises, my hands are still and like the leaves, I too have gone My window like the trees is naked and bare Winter has come and the world outside and inside my window is dark and cold 4/22/23 contest Writing Challenge "W" words sponsor Constance La France