FROM MY WINDOWS

FROM MY WINDOW

Looking from my windows

I see beauty all around;

The colour of the autumn leaves,

The frost upon the ground.

The smiles upon the faces

Of my family when we meet,

A cheery wave from a neighbour

As I venture down the Street.

The children as they play and frolic

Their faces flushed by cold,

A neighbour whose steps are faltering

Because they are growing old.

A baby quietly sleeping

Safe and loved and warm.

A parent’s gentle caring

Keeping them from harm.

The tiny specks of green

As spring flowers break through,

Roses needing pruning –

Something else to do.

A cat asleep in a pot plant

Relishing the winter sun,

A pathway needing sweeping

When will that be done?

Dust upon a dresser,

A book upon a chair,

A desk in need of tidying

To show some sign of care.

I see so very much from my windows

And it should bring you no surprise,

That the windows I speak of

Are the windows of my soul – my eyes.

© Linda J. Vaughan

June 2009