Second Story Window

 

 

I know the view from this second story window

As winter moves to spring

Summer gives to fall

The trees spinning green

Soon to be set by looks of flame

Barren gray arms reaching

To the passerby’s on gravel paths

Little white stones and green grass

How the scene gives in to red houses and

An area of homes to the unknown

Flowing into the empty hills risen above roof tops

I know the rest of town sits beneath

The second story view of a broken window

I've grown fond of this seat

 

Author's Note

Cp. 9:23AM Wed 08/20/08 NM fine, I�ll miss this site, red hurting, on the bed, final thoughts, at Prides (Written, Sylph)