Window

Morning at my Window
Morning at my Window

The wind graciously dances

with the chimes

as the water swirls,

ripples,

and indents the pond.

Blue and mauve streaks

echo in the distance sky.

The sun magnifies the

gold,

green,

gray, and

frigid

hues on the mountain.

What kind of day will this be?

The coldness chills

every part of my body

and I can’t seem to move

but only watch,

witness, and enlightened

through the voyeurism

from my bedroom.

What I would give

to be a bird right now

and soar over all this land

so that my wings

could touch the entrance

of Heaven

and I would be….

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