Across the white mantled lawn <br />The dotted smudge marks <br />of a feline homecoming. <br />And through the naked branches <br />The twinkling signals of <br />a universe*s past and future. <br /> <br />From the Heaton hill come shadows <br />As in homeward pilgrimage <br />Upon sled and childhood*s laughter <br />girl and boy and man descending. <br />Reminding me of my bygone part <br />In this self same happy pageant. <br /> <br />Another year is come and gone <br />And most is just a memory <br />loss and pain are yet for healing <br />But there upon the bird table <br />Unaware of all my thoughts <br />A Blue Jay takes his evening feeding <br /> <br />How fragile the dividing wall between <br />mankind and man, savage, cruel, greedy <br />Then the Blue Jay*s call distracts me. <br />Its snowing, the lawn is white once more <br />And for a while the world is pure <br />Until I start again, to thinking<br /><br />Bill Mitton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-study-window/
