Window Poem

Through My Kitchen Window


Snow coats the
once green grace.
Foot prints decorate the lawn,
like a handcrafted cake.
Bird feed has fallen onto the
ground underneath and
the bird bath is now
an ice skating rink
for all those walking feathers
inclined to do so.
Steam rises up
and lightly kisses the glass.
Soap and warm water
are always the best combination
to relax on a winter day.