The view outside my window <br />Never stays the same <br />The picture is always changing <br />From dawn to dusk <br />And as each season come to call <br />Winter, spring, summer and fall <br /> <br />Winter with its blanket of white <br />That covers every living thing <br />Icicles sparkle like jewels under a cold days sun <br />Spring sees a sea of green <br />And with it new life begins to stir <br />From every living thing <br /> <br />Summer captivates with colours <br />The flying things are back <br />Flitting from flower to flower like a fickle lover <br />Then the autumn comes to call <br />Colours fade and die to dusky brown <br />The harvest begins in earnest <br />Bountiful food supply snapped up by hungry mouths <br /> <br />Before the chills of winter <br />Again begin to call. <br /> <br /> <br />30-31 March 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-view-outside-my-window/
