Windows And Mirrors

Just the one house
is where I stay.
Blind to benefits
from your view.

You gaze
through windows
I try to keep clean.

I suppose
some must seem as
bright, clean stately visions
of my world,

While others seem cloudy,
leaving guesses and giggles.
Frozen foggy panes.

I imagine,
the most troubling ones,
are from mirrors,
protecting inner rooms.

Of course,
these images
are from your house.
The only ones,
you can be sure.

Clean them, if you can.

by Sandra Osborne

Comments (1)

elegant in content and tone, flowing from line to line in a display of personal reflection...well crafted poem. Blessings and best wishes, ~richard