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.

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Füsun Atalay ~ Copyright © Will of my Own - 2012

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