The Window

Gossamer threads of early morning sun

And the sweet smell of honeydew

Seep in through my bedroom window

I stretch and pull the languid bed sheets

Off the restless rapture that is my soul

Embedded in a zealous body

I eagerly race to the open window

And see spring

Life and colour

A conflagration of green and blue

Summer soon approaches

And again I skip merrily to the window

The sight is still as magnificent as ever

Hews of silver and pure gold

Pour in through that bedroom window

There is growth

And the lush trees breathe in the fresh afternoon breeze

Now it is autumn

And the trees are many different colours

But the leaves fall to the ground as I walk up

To that omniscient window

The sky is aspen, grey

And the sun ducks behind fierce thunderheads

But sometimes comes out to play

On that dark and dreary autumn day

A sudden darkness embodies the world

When winter at last arrives

An irrefragable loss of vibrancy and light

Enervates the hollow room and me

I hobble into the bedroom

Close the shutters

And lay on the bed

Covering myself with the heavy shroud

I say good night to my room

The window

And my soul.

By: Katy Thompson

Block: 3

March 12, 2012