From My
Window
Pink-tinged clouds dance among the tree
tops,
Fading to white as daylight dawns.
Beyond the transparent wall
A
feathered warbler chirps its cheerful greeting.
Orange leaves tumble silently to the
ground,
Swirling like so many helicopter blades.
Soon the trees will bare their weathered arms
In preparation for winter sleep.
God speaks, but only to those who stop and
listen,
“Peace be with you, my child. Go forth into this new day."
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