photo by Karen B. Alexander |
My Favorite Things As Seen
From My Window
From My Window
Sitting in
my reading chair,
gazing out
the window at
the ever
changing sky,
mesmerized
at ANY season of the year
on this
small island anchored in the
Pacific Northwest,
Pacific Northwest,
nestled
between Harlo Straight and Rosario Straight,
just north
of the Strait of Juan deFuca.
Spring's
bright blues with
mountainous
piles of racing clouds
follow on
the heels of a wet gray-blue winter.
Who do the
clouds chase?
Who do they
seek as they go
racing
across the sky...
Sitting in
my reading chair,
book in
hand,
awed by the
power and
ability of
mere words to
transport me
to other kingdoms,
other
worlds,
other minds,
other ways
of seeing;
and once
again
gasping with
awe at
the
incredible diversity
of human
thought and being.
Sitting in my
reading chair,
I open the
window,
lured by the
multi-voiced
chorus of
nature.
First the
winds come and whisper
- at times
even thunder -
their wisdom
to me.
Chipmunks
race across
the deck with their
scoldings
and warnings.
Soon birds
gather:
blue, red, gold,
orange;
brown,
white,
speckled,
tan, black.
Hopping,
strutting, flitting,
chirping,
calling, cawing;
Preening,
watching, swooping.
Timelessly
the insects
and peepers
begin their
serenade as
as winter's
chill is
transformed
by spring's
boundless dance
with the
lengthening
light.
Soon the
ensuing heat of
spring's
passionate wooing
resonates
throughout
the woods
outside my
window,
beckoning,
beckoning...
It's time to
leave
my beloved
reading chair
and the
confines
of my
beloved civilization
and head for
the
meadows and
woods to
hop, skip,
and strut;
chirp, caw,
and call,
preen,
swoop and
dance...
my own
ever
renewing
dance of
life and spring.
Karen
Alexander
Lopez
Island, WA
Karen.....that was beautiful!
ReplyDeleteKaren you brought me there on a mental journey and touched my heart
ReplyDeleteThanks
Tim
Your poem reminds me of my mother and how she expresses herself with words. nice...
ReplyDeleteDear old friend....I was there with you...that is the testament to good writing. Thank you...how about some more? Love, Patty Sue
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