Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Morning at The Window or Windows...
a morning at the windows...
watching as the miraculous dawning
expands across the sky
nudging deflated shadows
back, beneath trees and awnings
I watch a lone bird fly
across the tinted canvas
that only God can claim
the trees, stark pencil-drawings
etched in perfect stillness
isn't it a shame
that we miss these perfect mornings
as we stare at Windows
instead of through them...?
Inspired by Violet Nesdoly's poem today.