On Looking Outside A Window

The man with sandy hair and cheerful eyes, turns his back to me

'Come, why argue, debate and banter? Look at all there is to see!'

He grins and gazes out upon a majestic view

Seen through clear invisibility, and each time it is different.

Once we looked out and saw a blockage of red brick buildings.

Again we looked and saw instead skyscrapers sleek and tall.

Once more we gazed and saw green meadows stretching to

Mountains blue with flowers of all colors littering upon the green.

One last time we venutred to turn our eyes outside through that clear door.

Now the flowers and green are gone; summer and spring's no more.

Yea, in its stead we look to see, winter's hand so strong.

The field is white with hints of black, the mountains are grey and long.

One lone wolf wanders by, a lonesome howl he cries.

One lone falcon flies by, a freezing chill he sighs.

Yet I am safe and warm, inside looking out. The Man, he laughs;

'Come love,' he said. 'We can look and sigh or marvel upon the beauty

Some Being set upon this earth. Come my dear, I love you.' He took my hand

And led me away, and I; my heart is spent. Yet not in vain.

I have given it away to him I love and we can gaze together.

On Looking Outside A Window (C) Elizabeth Wherry 2012