Outside My Window
It is a gray day, the sky two to three shades of
different gray. The air feels heavy, but it is not
cold enough to snow.
The air coming in my window is chilly but not unpleasant
I hear a dog barking out side my window. As well as
cars and trucks wizzing by.
Most of the snow is gone, two to three inches melted
by a warm sun. Thanksgiving is over and now the rush
Lights have started appearing on almost every street.
Windows are uncovered so you can look in for a
for a quick peek at the Christmas trees being put up
Leaves lay on the wet grass, and bare branches
lift skinny arms to the gray sky. Rusty brown leaves
of the oak trees just do not want to let go.
And hang silent refusing to budge from their branchs
the last leaves to go,
Everything out side my window is wet, and a bird chirps.
Upstairs I hear a stirring the neighbors are getting
ready for another day.
The day has started quiet and lazy. Outside my window.
Hark the children ar