Window Poem

Straight ahead I see a screened-in deck, and behind the screen, a maple tree.
Looking left, I see where the screen connects to the house,
and I see the top of another tree behind the screen.

From the bare branches of the maple tree comes something new.
Birdsong.

And on the porch, the blankets we sometimes use to protect plants from the frost.

I look beyond the grass to the fence. Behind the fence, I see a narrow lane of trees.
And through the tops of those trees, I see the sun beginning to set. Then I take off my jacket, and sit at the table.