Bare Windows

I look at the world
Through bare windows,
And see it all --
Bright sunlight,
Deep shadows,
Birds in flight,

Bare dead trees,
Thick tangled vines
That whisper in the breeze.

Fox hunts the mouse.
Snake slithers by
Shedding his dry skin house.
I look at the world
Through bare windows,
And I love it all.

by M. Elizabeth Barrett Doyle

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