Through the Window

The sky, going on forever

soft white clouds swirl along the deep blue

to my left, the woods line backyards across the street

tall strong trees stand tall creating shade beneath them

today there are no more trees, only a flat dirt landscap

all chopped down for some building going up.

 Sometimes i sit, staring out the window

wishing the trees could come back

a cold breeze blows the golden leaves off the tree in my yard, now piling onto the grass below

in the distance, i see christmas coming

lights hanging om the roof, carolers at the door.