Sitting on a Spring morning
Wrapped in plaid on their couch.
A world through the window
That I love to watch unfold.
Not like in here where the walls never change
And the furniture never breathes.
A tree or an ivy - an effort to bring that world closer,
It fails.
Sunbeams dancing through the tree leaves,
A breath of wind tickling the ears of the grass.
Squirrels are to and fro on the highway of hydro lines,
Surprising the birds out of their peaceful sunning.
Clouds float along, changing tones,
Hiding and revealing.
My emotions trail along,
Lit up by the sun, softened in the cover.
The world through the window
A lamp to my soul
Put out when they close the drapes.
About the Creator
Cecilia Penner
A short story, poet type.
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