• I sit and stare out
    My bedroom window
    At the dark gray sky
    Streaked with clouds
    Like frail thin old women
    Slinking about
    Faintly remembering a bright
    sunny day
    When I sat here
    In this exact spot
    Quietly listening to
    The wonders of Spring
    A flock of robins serenade
    Like a chorus without words
    I feel l like I am with them
    Flying rapidly
    Happy as a lark
    The flowers are soldiers
    Standing tall and proud in the
    breeze
    Their warm scent is perfume as it
    blows
    Through my open window
    This I remember as I stare
    Through my bedroom window
    At the dark gray sky
    Streaked with clouds