Staring Out The Window

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I’m staring out the window
on this day in December
and I find myself wishing
that it was still September

Outside it is so cold
although the sun is shining
and it’s for the warmth
that I find myself pining

Wind through the fir trees
out there is still blowing
and I am quite sure
have windmills behind me going

As I watch the trucks
go up and down the road
the sight of coming weather
crosses the ground freshly hoed

And makes me want the crops
put back in the field
as ’twas a few months ago
before giving up their yield

But as I well know
it is the time of season
for which my melancholy state
has no rhyme or reason

 As I float on its winds
like those there blowing outside
I try to find a place
in my mind to hide

If only I could hibernate
until the coming of spring
I’d think it the greatest blessing
that God could to me bring

But that’s not how we’re made
so I’d better suck it up
and stop my sitting here staring
down at an empty coffee cup!

Teresa Marie  12/10/11  ©

 I just found this poem that I had written last month and forgot to post 🙂