When I look out the window

I start to get lost

in thoughts

about things going on

in my life.

They tend to fade away once I look

past the glass

and see the beauty of

everything

there.

I gaze at it all

the things God crafted easily

with

his

hands.

When it's raining

I see the clouds

waltzing with wind and water-

water that climbs down the glass

of the window.

When it's sunny

I feel the heat of the sun.

It radiates

and I feel its light inside

and out.

I fall into these images

Into a serene reverie.

I spy with my watchful eye,

the tulips and jonquils and wild violet’s

saying

”Spring is Sprung!”

The Robin red breast searches for a meal, and the swallows have come to bless my home.

All while the cheery Cardinal tells

us every day to be “Cheerful Cheerful Cheerful!”

Isn't that a lovely way to wake up to and greet the day?

A window fills the entire wall,

up to the library's ceiling.

The world outside is for all,

Will a glance provoke a feeling?

How could it, with the lack of light?

The window merely does reflect.

The word is damp. Dark as night.

At this hour, what did I expect?

But peering closer, I may see

A car or a long powerline;

Leafless branches of a tree;

Buildings and their rough, vague outlines.

The world is there for those who look,

Beautiful and strong and gleaming.

Can't be taken by a crook.

It's for loving, being, dreaming.

I look out my window early one morning

The sky is a very bright blue

The lazy white clouds are drifting by

So much that is new!

A sprig of green grass;

A tree with a bird

A delicate blossom;

The sounds to be heard!

I love to live in the country

It is so lovely here

And there is always so much to see.

Commanded to look out my window. And what do I find? At the sight of such bright light? Nothing but stark white. A scene so blank it bites. I’m taken aback blind. For a split second. Till I stand vision corrected. Eyes adjusted having a clearer picture now crossing my mind. If I’m able to disregard the telephone wires running every which way across our little valley. On my way to spotting first the ocean. Followed by the pier. Then to the south Pedro point. Pausing and pulling my eyes away for only a moment to take a pull off a joint. Before in the blink of an eye wink settling my gaze upon a horizon purely turquoise & pink. Until the green light flashes. And dusks endearing twilight accents the waves crashing the party. Drinking it all in before the adamant shadow shows it’s colors. Throwing shade until finally fading altogether. Best we let The Left Coast undress and rest.

The weather has changed 4 times since staring out my window

Snowy

Sunny

Rainy

Cloudy

back and forth they jump as I stare

at the trees that climb to the sky

the birds hopping branch to branch, unsure of what to think,

the same as I,

about mother nature's indecision

as I sit in my warm bed with my own clouds in my own head

my only choice but to look up and out

through my small square window

hoping that one day my own clouds will pass

Branches and leaves, this sight of nature is a comfort, especially when the rain comes. My neighbour has an extensive garden which he takes good care of, currently the flowers and vegetables are under a thick green cover to protect them, why, I'm no gardening expert, so you'd have to ask him, but I'm sure he has good reason. I just checked the weather forecast, and unfortunately there's little to no rain to come for the coming week. My neighbour does have sprinklers, though, so his garden will get the required nutrients regardless.

As I sit next to the window

All I see is the face of his

With a smile that shines the sun

And little by little

Clouds approaching closer

Oh I see my darling crying

As I sit next to the window

The colorful sky becomes grey

Lightning strikes and within seconds it's raining

Oh I catch myself having tears

Dropping down the same time with the rain

I see clouds designing your face sad

As I sit next to the window

I listen to sad love songs and thinking of you

Outside, rain becomes sun again

Clouds are still there

Wonder why my baby is half happy

And the sun now tries to hide

As I sit next to the window

Every little detail starts to fade

Why my baby left so early?

Rainbow comes out

And I now have to leave

Do not cry my love.

I have to go now

But you have to keep smiling

For I will be watching and protecting you from up there

Don't forget me love,

Place a purple rose next to you

And I will be there to talk to you

Place that lighter I took you

Next to the rose

And I will warm you

Hug the blanket we used to share

Close your eyes for a minute

And I will cover you up with a goodbye kiss

When you will wake up

Go to the window we used to look outside

Up there, you will see me smiling at you again!

The silhouettes of trees

Ghosts?

They contrast, juxtapose against

The light flooded

Window

I cannot see them

Clearly. Can I trust them?

Outside is a better place, rimmed with white light. Like heaven I guess, if heaven were nice. The sky is a pool to gaze into. Possibilities pass by like fish. With no fear of capture.

Outside is just another box, with different traps and locks. A maze for mice to run through. Littered with keys and codes lacking solutions, and more problems that can't be solved. A mouse in the field or a mouse in a cage, lives five years or less anyways.

Outside is dangerous. An ambivalent and godless landscape. The flora and fauna are nothing but red lights, yellow hazard signs, black holes and white lies.

How nice it is to be safe inside.