From My Window

A robin perched upon a branch outside my living room window His lighthearted disposition roused within me a reverie. With eyes closed firmly I conjured a heretofore different scene: A naked limb laden with snow and a cold loneliness prevailed gazing through a closed, frosted pane… My eyes opened, the thrush was gone no trace vestige of abstract snow though out of sight his song was heard Cheerio, Cheeriup, tut tut !! from outside my open window.