"The View Outside my Window "

"The View Outside 
My Window"

Greg Budig 2020

The world evolves and 

changes, like the 

view outside my window. 

Hour into hour. Day by day. 

Month after month. 

Seasons pass as the earth 

revolves through the 

view outside my window. 

Night is shadows. Leaves 

silhouette in the moonlight.  

They dance beneath 

the sterile streetlights. 

The bare branches of winter,

black skeleton bones,

twist in patterns against 

the snow and night sky. 

A morning chorus of 

springtime birds erupts 

in the early faint dawn. 

Through my window I 

hear them, fluted voices 

so clear, they sing to the 

horizons first light. Outside

my window they call.

In summer the view is 

a collection of green. 

Shades of yellow and 

blue. A kaleidoscope of 

chlorophyll, movements

of shade and sunlight. 

Constantly changing on 

the warm summer breeze.

Autumns pallet is rich in 

pure gold.  Red and bronze 

against the brilliance of 

blue.  A sky so deep, so clear,

so exquisite. The open drapes 

flutter on the dry fragrant 

air. It smells sweetly of 

dried leaves and smoke.

I  see all the neighbors,

 admiring their landscapes, 

discussing the urgent 

news of the world. 

The mail carriers arrival, 

announced by yapping 

small hounds, it is 

always the same every day.

Through my window is color.  

Through my window is life.  

Through my window I see 

the world moving by. 

Framed by soft curtains,

Beyond the glass and dark 

screens, the view outside my 

 window is mine. 

The End