My bedroom windows

leak in pale, morning light

from behind dark drapes,

.

renewing the day,

awakening tired eyes,

stirring the body.

.

Bare kitchen windows

display weather and seasons

above sink, through steam.

.

A refreshing breeze

trembles fat spiders in webs

like lacy curtains.

.

Or a winterscape

(past tall, dining room windows)

shocks me with whiteness

.

through gauzy curtains,

large snowflakes swirling as in

a snow globe shaken.

.

Or a spring green scene

around a doe and her fawn

glimpsed from hall windows

.

with the growing dawn,

feeding on the dewy grass

in the fading fog.

.

Or dry red, orange,

and yellow leaves crunch beneath

hooves, paws, and footfalls--

.

the brittle rustle

heard from an open window

(soon shut for the year).

.

Lastly, the Moon Room,

so called for the lunar light

flooding all its space

.

through naked windows

with a celestial glow--

gateways to the skies.

updated by @ceri-shaw: 11/24/19 06:16:51PM