Ode To a Wall With a Window

A wall without a window is a wall

But a wall with a window is a view...

Regular visitors are very acquainted with the tree-views below, 😅💚

often captured in photos as day breaks or seasons or weather changes

or shadows fall...

Through windows we witness as it were, time's changing of the guards;

night yielding to morning,

season to season, 

but a wall with a window lets in light...

Through windows we watch snowflakes...

or pelting rain

A wall without a window is a wall

But a wall with a window is a view

Through windows we watch seasons rise and fall

Like ebb and flowing tides of hue on hue

A wall without a window is quite plain

But a wall with a window is like art

Framing our loved ones coming down the lane

Framing many-a scene that steals the heart

A wall without a window has no sill

On which to place a friendly flower pot

Or linger at, to watch creation spill

God’s handiwork, or keep an eye on tot

A wall without a window we walk by

Often without a second thought, it seems

But a wall with a window draws the eye

To drink the sky where mercy's mantra streams

A wall without a window is mundane

But a wall with a window lets in light

Through it we watch snowflakes or pelting rain

Or earth disappearing into the night   

A wall without a window stays the same

But a wall with a window never does

Each day grants fresh panoramas to frame

Of that which is, and never that which was

A wall without a window we adorn

With furniture and shelves, artwork and books

But a wall with a window full of morn

Awakens praise and second and third looks

A wall without a window we arrange

And rearrange to suit mood, style and thrill 

But a wall with a window's constant change

We never need to wonder how to fill 

A wall without a window shuts us in

But a wall with a window sets us free

To gaze and trace familiar scenes that win

Affection for four-season pageantry/poetry

Janet Martin

A wall without a window we adorn

With furniture and shelves, artwork and books...

But a wall with a window's constant change

We never need to wonder how to fill...