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.


  1. Very clever, Janet! Such a good reminder to look through windows, not at them.

  2. It was for seems with every good thing there is a down-side as well.


Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!