Windows and Trees • Poetry Prompt

LIKE VIEWING A LIVE POEM, UNFOLDING IN SEASON-TIME   Each morning I open the blinds covering all my windows. The light looks in and I look out.   Whichever window I happen to be nearest shows an ever-changing view of various trees.   Watching them is like viewing a live poem, unfolding in season-time.   … Continue reading Windows and Trees • Poetry Prompt