Window Gazing

There are birds outside the window this morning,
a rare sound this late in the year,
when most have sensibly fled to warmer climates,
and the landscape is as silent as it is grey.

And after a day of rain and sleet,
there is sun, and color, a respite
from the dark weather that has covered you
for far too long.

Yes, it is cold outside. That will not change
until the seasons come around,
but there is beauty and a reason to look out the window
and dream.

About This Poem

Life runs in cycles. Seasons of cold. Seasons of warmth. It’s good to remember that, no matter what season of life we are in.

The picture was taken a short while ago, from my chair, out of the window by my desk, where I write and work most days.

Tom