09-14-2007, 09:33 PM
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Last Online: 05-02-2012 12:30 PM
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The Trees Outside my Window
Morning light peeks through my window,
I roll over; run my hand over the cool sheets,
slide my feet between the warmed bedding.
The trees outside make shapes against the sky,
an Indian on a horse against rock spotted mountains.
A fan in the window circulates cool air,
the house is quiet calm still sleeping
with the rest of the family and pets.
A light breeze rustles the tree. It sways.
I blink my eyes, look for the Indian shape.
We’ll be moving to Indiana soon,
It’s fall, must be getting cold there.
I look foreword to a new window view,
Yet, I’ll miss the Indian that stands against the mountains.
I’ll miss the California and its climate.
I left this house once as a young woman, married,
then came back, divorced, after mother died.
I like this bed. It’s safe, always here, home.
When the house sells, there’s no returning.
Someone new will see from this window.
I wonder if they’ll notice the Indian in the trees.
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Jolie
"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do." (Eleanor Roosevelt)
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