The Window
It is benevolent light at a very early time,
and cordially invites me to a sprightly sun’s shine.
It is the smell of the summer’s air, or bespattered in spring rain,
Or it's a first peek to winter's enchanted snow flakes.
It’s like a silver screen, entertaining with stars and moon,
Or adorned with white cotton and deep pools of blue.
It glows, it shadows, and it can hide me away,
Open, it rattles of breezy trees and roaring distant planes.
In a warm-hearted room, it’s a welcome sheet of cool ice,
And it splendidly dovetails, two moments of life.