This is the world we see from our windows.
When it rains, we're grateful to be indoors ~
Watching bluejays in early spring
and other little friends who visit
some keep us company while we eat -
When winter's first snow falls.
It sparkles on the climbing ivy
The bare branches cradle it
Art weaves through every surface and hole
Outdoors look inviting for a stroll
Soon Montréal's snow becomes a burden, too tall
Hiding driveways and cars in between its mounds.
We wait patiently - gazing at the moon
and wishing on a star
And before we know it - our wishes are fulfilled
With the first green of nature
That blooms to many a fragrant flower.
Like Annecim's gift of these roses
And we count our blessings in the fruits of this mulberry tree
Growing outside the east window of our study.
Füsun Atalay ~ Copyright © Will of my Own - 2012