Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Through my Window


The trees
with leaves all gone
the bleak of winter
the snowed in lawn

In oblivion
people pass by
as seasons change
and leaves dry

The autumn sun
glowing bright
some rocks shine
others full of blight

Dusty journey
tortuous roads
the urge is strong
the mind, it goads

Final steps
I cease to grow
and watch the world go by
through my window