The Tree Outside My Window
Stands rustic and tall this year
As if the color has been locked
Away from view or hidden
In a drawer with old linen and
Lingerie of a former time
“Are you sad that
This may be our last year
Together?”
Were you hoping
I would be looking out at you
Forever
Or did I not open the blinds
Enough and stare out at you
This year?
I can only say, I’m sorry.”
Reflection: My degree will be completed next spring. Will I be moving? Where will I decide to call home? Will I not see the tree burst into fall colors again.
I like this poem. It reminds me a little bit of “Morning Glory”. Thank you for visiting my site.
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