The Window, cracked as it may be
Still brings to me much beauty
Lets in light and sun and trees
On hottest days it brings a breeze

When winter comes with snow and ice
The Window then looks very nice
Frosty paintings from God's Hand
Could ne'er be wrought by mortal man

And then there's Spring with brilliant greens
With colors we have never seen
After the greys and whites and cold
Spring colors call to make us bold

Seasons come and seasons pass
Dandelions among the grass
Let us know when summer's near
And we have lived another year
 

© 2007  Alice C. Bateman