Window Poem

Straight ahead I see green
Then I know there must be a low deck beneath the olive canopy with a comfy chair and a smoky, musky smell awaiting us
But now I sense the presence of someone new, a flash of red catches my eye
The first cardinal has arrived at the bird feeders
I always know it is autumn when the cardinals come to peck at the seed, with their brilliantly bright breasts
Now that the red bird has shown himself, I notice the clarity of the sky, peeking through the leaves at us, and the breeze gently swaying the branches so they look like they are dancing
If I could see beyond the great trees I would smile in hopes of seeing our children running through yard, filling it to the brim with innocence, laughter, and discovery
But it is all my imagination, sparked by the wondrous green through your window
And it is only you and I, alone together in the sweet silence of the afternoon
And that is enough for now, and always