Out the Window


The birds nest

mint, green foliage flutters

spring, life, growth

The birds fly 

sun shines, storms blow 

summer, heat, strength

The birds migrate

crisp, ochre leaves swirl to the ground

autumn, waning, harvest

The birds gone

pure, silent snow piled high

winter, solace, bleak

The window reveals beauty and allows traversing light.




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