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