Through My Window

From my bay window, each pane holds my small world window leaks anticipation out and in this glassy casement here seasons show their multi-colored faces in a whisper Trees liberated from weight of their leaves, I eavesdrop... wintertime's icy snowflakes tint my windows with glacial frost a cold paralysis edges over my fingers All that is past… my windowpanes grow then shrink conditionally wintry days take flight under my breath for now, spring passion comes bursting as beautiful tableau... Oh look, squirrel flashes up toward his tree nest hidden in oak verdancy he carries a corn cob to eat does it taste of salt and melted butter? A bird house on the nearby maple feeds my feathery neighbors don’t tell--but the cardinals are hatching three crimson chicks listen, the chirp, chirp, chirp... a natural but alluring annoyance Newly mown bouquet of grass wafts into my room this essence returns me to a time eating warm rhubarb pie while watching Grandpa mow our lawn April showers bring an array of wonderment a pretty teen girl walks under her bright paisley umbrella of course, matching raincoat and galoshes… such fun to see My goodness… alert… alert... feline at six o’clock anticipating cardinals to take wing for worms; feline slithers toward chicks what a clever bird... he swoops down squawking at the cat Life leaps out at me now, casting shadows no matter--if you are out and about, come size up the earth through my window