Through My Bedroom Window
Through my bedroom window I see the velvet black sky
against the frigid white moon.
As the stars fall in a shower from the heavens above,
as the crickets sing their songs a-perch the garden wall,
the morning glories await their wake-up call.
I stand motionless against the shimmering glass
which is like a waterfall of liquid silver
and I await the pinks, oranges and the fiery reds
that come with the golden sun
and the birds awake from their slumbers;
they leave their nests and ride the breeze,
their wings out-stretched.
I open my window to breathe in the raw night air.
And the wind bangs it shut.
~ Allsion Keogh, (Vancouver, BC)