Wish I were a windowpane

How many times

have you looked

out the window

and wanted to be

that pane of glass?

To see the wonder

of the world as the

days and seasons progress,

your vision altered

by the elements

of spring dew, summer heat,

fall fog and winter freeze.

Breathed on and touched,

backwards letters spelled out,

words understood

from the outside,

but not from your side

of undecipherable dyslexia.

Unlatched, opened up,

a steady stream of air

gently flowing in,

cleaning cobwebs

which tie tangled tightropes

across your frame.

Curtains flutter like

eyelashes, sweeping dust

from the sill as

stormy clouds

begin to billow.

Closed, locked tight,

rains pelt you

through the night

and when dawn arrives

you’ll see the first shards

of light before the birds

warm their vocal chords

and a crisp breeze

gives the breath of life.

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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4 Responses to Wish I were a windowpane

  1. Gallivanta says:

    Never thought about being a windowpane. I think I would find their lifestyle rather harsh, at least on the outside pane!

  2. Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:

    Air out your niche, open a window, absorb the atmosphere, witness before you miss the moment’s passing….

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