Looking Through The Window

I stare out the windowas a cold, grey daymarches through. Trees sporting skeleton branchesare vulnerable to the wind. The cardinal’s brief visitgives life to theempty, gnarled tree.His vibrant reddirects me,holds me at attention. — I look through the window.Tiny buds and blossomsannouncethat spring has returned. Bright green leavesuncurl, reaching for the sun. The cardinal’s return,hisContinue reading “Looking Through The Window”