The View Outside My Window

The view outside my window Never stays the same The picture is always changing From dawn to dusk And as each season come to call Winter, spring, summer and fall Winter with its blanket of white That covers every living thing Icicles sparkle like jewels under a cold days sun Spring sees a sea of green And with it new life begins to stir From every living thing Summer captivates with colours The flying things are back Flitting from flower to flower like a fickle lover Then the autumn comes to call Colours fade and die to dusky brown The harvest begins in earnest Bountiful food supply snapped up by hungry mouths Before the chills of winter Again begin to call. 30-31 March 2007