Looking out my window, watching
People, multitudes of people
pass by going on to destinies
unknown to me.
Looking out my window, feeling
Nature, still struggling
to maintain balance
as the rain pounds against
my window.
Looking out my window, wondering
Where have all the gentle times gone?
the police car screams by
too much violence in this world.
Looking out my window, gazing
I see all that transpires
in the glistening spider's web.
Looking out my window, seeing
the spider dance 'round
always working to keep its
world from ripping away
in the rain of the evening.
greendog "All mine!" Adored
- 12 years, 11 months, 10 days ago