Through My Windows
Antique
Old lamp’s prisms
reveal rainbows
and remembrances.
Night Light
Night’s lesser light
strikes snow’s pure white.
My bedroom awakens.
Senses
slender window
flaunts lilacs,
draws scent
© Marie Elena Good 2026
I look out my window,
and what do I see?
Two squirrels playing tag
in a big maple tree.
I look out my window,
and what do I see?
A face in a cloud
with a funny goatee.
I look out my window,
and what do I see?
My mom’s picnic table
and pitcher of tea.
I look out my window,
and what do I see?
The wind left a space
where my shoes used to be!
I look out my window,
and what do I see?
I see Bigfoot’s footprints!
(You might disagree.)
I look out my window
and what do I see?
Our bee balm is blooming,
and see? There’s a bee!
I look out my window,
and what do I see?
I see the black cap
of a cute chickadee.
I look out my window,
and what do I see?
I see squirrels, trees, and bees,
and a pitcher of tea.
I see funny cloud shapes,
and a cute chickadee.
I see bee balm and Bigfoot.
(You’ll still disagree.)
(But in all of my views,
I don’t see my new shoes.)
I look out my window,
what more do I see?
I reliably see
a reflection of me.
© Marie Elena Good 2026
Photo by Keith R. Good
I see and hear the birds, the deer,
the kids that play across the way.
I feel the breeze, and watch the trees react,
and I make eye contact with Chickadee.
I smile as he rests on my sill.
Then I refill my coffee mug,
sit snug and still and know
the golden glow of morning sun,
and glorious One who made it rise
and harmonize with all I see
outside my window;
inside me.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
One flickering flame
in the window glows, bestows
the best kind of warmth.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018, DAY 13: CANDLES
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