The window presents a view: <br />various shades of verdancy; <br />bright yellow green to deepest pines <br />& a thousand tones in between. <br />Landscape is softened by grey skies. <br />Delicate drops leak from clouds <br />to fall soft tears on new green earth. <br />Distant trees appear as through <br />a film of milk or mother of pearl <br />ground so thin it's transparent... <br /> <br />Two birds fly East towards encroaching dusk. <br />Seeking dry branches, they dip beneath <br />low hanging limbs & power lines <br />never pausing to light & roost. <br />Instead they fly hurriedly <br />moving out of sight into <br />the sheltering depths of an ancient oak <br />whose lichen covered bark is wintry white <br />& whose twisting branches are bearded <br />with spanish moss. <br /> <br />They sense the coming storm long <br />before the first lightning forks the sky <br />& thunder rolls through the fields. <br />Other creatures begin to run for cover <br />as wind picks up & rain intensifies. <br />Soon enough storm arrives <br />rain pelting along with hail <br />rattling on metal roofs bouncing, <br />chaotic as nature's cleansing. <br /> <br />All this I see from safe haven, <br />deep within concrete, brick & steel. <br />& though winds are spinning, raving, <br />my fortress walls are not caving <br />& though convenient light might fail <br />it too will be restored: grasses will <br />be greener for the drenching <br />& air will feel so clean <br />it is holy to inhale: <br />it’s taste, a sacrament on the tongue. <br /> <br />(Copyright 11 May 2006)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-a-window/
