Window Poem
The trees scattered between fence lines the skyline, the fading sun each minute marked by a new shade of night the peaceful potential of wildlife and woods the bricked houses, filled with life the leaves, one by one beginning as blossoms sprouting on the tips of branches year after year sometimes earlier, sometimes later but the leaves keep no calendar for Spring blooms between smiles and sunsets and the beauty born from rain is revealed by the descending sun through petals of pink and blue drowned by the last flash of pale yellows and golds
