Freestyle, Nature, Poetry, Seasons, Writing

Seasons through the Window

Photo by Ryutaro Tsukata on Pexels.com

Every day, I stare out the window

As time passes, so too do the seasons

From my perch, I watch each one unfold

Splotches of crimson and auburn 

Drift down, leaves joining their fallen brethren

Flakes of ivory snow float from above, 

Painting the earth into a winter wonderland

Fresh flowers sprout from fields of forest green, 

A vibrant garden of color spreading along

Golden slants of sunlight pour down, 

Bathing the world in gentle heat

Every day, I stare out the window, 

A new example of natural beauty

Playing before my eyes

© 4 February 2020, by Haley Scully

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