Wish I were a windowpane

The ancient eavesdropper

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.

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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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2 Responses to Wish I were a windowpane

  1. You *are*, of course, *our* window into worlds of wonder with your posts and poems and pictures. Thank you, Tyler.

    • You are most welcome, my friend, & thank you for your kindness & support this year! It’s been a wonderful first 9 months of blogging & I hope to keep it going for awhile 🙂

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