From A Window
From a window, I can see the trees,
by Linda Harnett
Bend gently in the chilly eastern breeze,
I see the sun light up the darkest sky,
And watch a puffball cloud go passing by.
And from a window, I see yonder hill,
Now frosted by an icy winter chill,
And yet the sky above so crystal clear,
So lovely is my view, this time of year.
From a window, I see all I need to know,
I see the rain turn into flakes of snow,
I feel a sense of calm from deep within,
And I am on the outside, looking in.