Poem: Winter Window


Winter Window

Sunlight comes slowly through the window.
Here, in this dark place you call home,
you watch it in fascination,
a light far stronger than you have let in
with your cloudy windows and closed doors.

You wonder.
Is it cold out there?
Is it warm?
Are the colors a thing of delight
or an assault on the senses?
Are you brave enough,
foolish enough
to find out?

You are.
But just barely.

About this poem

Fought my battles this morning. Won again. (does happy dance)

I have become one stubborn soul in my old age.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s