Outside my Window

 

Just outside my window,
That peaks out on the world,
The kids might spot a doe.
Just outside my window,
As winds of winter blow,
True nature is unfurled.
Just outside my window,
That peaks out on the world.

AUTHOR NOTES:

A Window is a changing frame on the world. Here we see a White-tailed deer. Whenever I fly over St. Paul, Minnesota, I’m struck at how it looks like houses within a large woods. Yes, there is plenty of wildlife about.

Author’s photograph taken outside my daughter, Aisha’s, kitchen window in Woodbury, Minnesota, a suburb of St. Paul. .

Synergy of Poetry and Verse. Author, Poet, Photographer

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