Embracing Observations

The window,
a door way to the outside. 
The water shimmers 
on concrete ground.
Branches sway and creek 
by the pebble dash,
Foreign of there kingdom. 

The glass house stands alone. 
The moss its only protection 
from the howling wind and bitter cold,
stripping all as it approaches. 
Unprepared seedlings are taunted  
of their future hardship. 

The clouds let strands of light through 
but the grayness re-consumes its guard. 
Faraway the distant light now dims  
and soothes the sky. 
Slowly the darkness is welcomed,  
opening sleeping birds eyes.  

The black patterns of ink has stopped now 
the paper has been left on a leaf. 
The growth of all knowledge is nearly ended. 
Ill see just one or two more friendly faces, 
before the chalk looms on the horizon.

Reviews

[Matt Sayer]

The darkness of existence, the encroaching void, the blanket that beds all things to the unwaking sleep. Some lovely imagery here, Shane, especially the line "Unprepared seedlings are taunted of their future hardship." Resplendent perspective on a sheltered lifestyle watching the anarchy unfurl behind the glass walls. Kudos :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Some good imagery here...........

[Lyn Anderson]

A really powerful emotive write. I would take note of one minor thing: either take the plural off patterns in the last stanza or switch out has for have.:)

[R. L. Hill]

Very beautiful and moving piece. You relay your message brilliantly.

[Sami Khalil]

"Faraway the distant light now dims
and soothes the sky.
Slowly the darkness is welcomed
opening sleeping birds eyes. "

I like observations and this poem...:).....................