Today you can find me over on the D&B blog singing the Bountiful Harvest Blues from inside my kitchen window with deep feeling. 🙂
My kitchen window is now superbly decorated with a beautiful, one-of-a-kind, custom made mosaic that it didn’t have when I wrote the poem below. (No, the counter isn’t that clean right now.) In fact, I hadn’t looked at the poem for years when I drew the crayon drawing for the design. Funny that the mosaic should end up illustrating so much about the poem! Come on a quick poetic tour of the seasons as I see them through my window:
Through My Kitchen Window
Through my kitchen window
I see the tulips rise,
Alpine poppies bounce and blow,
Robins winging by.
Bees careen through the air
Spiders weaving art,
Stealth mosquitoes everywhere,
Children playing parts.
Horses strain over fences
To nibble greener fare.
Squirrels poised in branches,
Ignorant of my stare.
Pheasant with emerald necktie
Crossing unaware.
Dragonflies wildly fly.
Sprinklers need repair.
The hummingbird that tempts me
To motionless observe
It’s flower dancing glory
And secretive return.
Electric clouds colliding
Sudden moisture poured
Nonchalant seeds riding
Winds on casual tour.
Leaves willingly abandon,
To gravity give way.
Rivers crisply run,
Gather some and play.
Through my kitchen window
While life in forced retreat,
I long for gracious, covering snow
The bareness delete.
