WINDOW UPSTAIRS
There is a lake that shimmers under the sun,
Shadows beneath tall, swaying trees that breathe.
Birds fly high in the sky, sunrise on a cool, fall morning,
Beyond are hills of green that rest always in all seasons.
There is life that can not be seen as it carries on each day,
The wind visits at different moments, can be seen with what it touches.
There is a window upstairs where I watch all that comes into view,
The scenery changes each day, some things never go away.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Wonderful imagery!
Thanks for reading.
My pleasure!
I spend way too much time looking out of windows, but I obviously need to, as it does me so much good…
Thanks for reading.
On Fri, Jun 19, 2020 at 1:54 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Having an upstairs window is a blessing! I enjoy the views from mine.
Thanks for reading.
On Fri, Jun 19, 2020 at 12:46 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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