the Picture Window.

I stare out the window; It's a pretty picture. I miss it.

From the window
You can see everything.
The big picture window lets you know
when the kids play
when the wind whooshes
when the leaves fall.
It shows you
how the squirrels race
how the people walk
how the sun plays peek-a-boo.
It keeps you
looking
wondering
dreaming.
It paints
a day of promise
colorful moving leaves
and the big blue sky.
I miss the big picture window.

Reviews

[Love Well Spent]

Oh wow! This is such a nice poem. I enjoy the imagery you give. "It paints a day of promise, colorful moving leaves and the big blue sky." Very well written. Thanks for sharing!

[JustMeeSarah]

Thank you! :)

[Dark Rider]

Very lovely, Sarah. You paint a wonderfull picture with this little poem, and I think you did a very good job. :)

[Felicity's Eve]

I absolutely loved this! ^^

Great job! :)

[JustMeeSarah]

Thanks!

[Felicity's Eve]

:)

[Meliss@k]

I liked this metaphor that related to the "big picture" as well.
I can't really say much more, it's just such a great poem. :) I enjoyed reading this a lot.

[JustMeeSarah]

Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

I like the metaphor about the big picture.

[JustMeeSarah]

Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.

[Fictioneer]

Great poem, I miss the widow too.

[JustMeeSarah]

Thank you!