Window

From my window

the endless mountains

are dark charcoal smudges

against the gray sky.

The trees, bare

of leaves, sweep

the clouds like brooms.

I am floating here

in my third-floor room,

this small city lost

beneath the vastness

of hills and trees.

(c) Copyright 2000. The Christian Science Publishing Society

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...

Loading...