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
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