Window presents a view: <br />variegated shades of verdancy <br />- loud yellow greens to deepest pine <br />& a thousand tones in between - <br />landscape's brilliance softened by grey skies. <br />Distant trees appear through milky film: <br />mother of pearl ground so thin <br />it's transparent... <br /> <br />Two birds fly East towards encroaching dusk. <br />Seeking dry branches, soar beneath <br />low hanging limbs, power lines <br />never pausing to light & roost. <br />Instead fly hurriedly, rushing <br />out of sight into sheltering depths of an ancient oak: <br />lichen covered bark wintry white <br />twisting branches bearded with Spanish moss. <br /> <br />Birds sense the coming storm <br />long before first lightning forks the sky <br />& thunder rolls through fields. <br />Other creatures scurry seeking shelter <br />as wind whips up & rain intensifies. <br />Soon enough storm peaks: <br />rain pelting along with hail <br />rattling on metal roofs bouncing <br />chaotic as nature's cleansing. <br /> <br />All this I observe 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: <br />grasses will be greener for the drenching <br />& air will feel so clean <br />it is holy to inhale. <br />Its taste: a sacrament on the tongue. <br /> <br />(Rev. Copyright 27 May 2006)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-a-window-revision/
