Birthday

It’s a window isn’t it

a pane of polished sand

that doesn’t separate time

or reality but effects a separation

of the mind, of a perception

that something changes

as the clock ticks and sounds

on its circular way

candles add light

but not understanding

necessarily

Photograph by Lynn Greyling via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

It’s not winter yet

It’s not winter yet

but it should be

            leaves gone

            frost, chances

            of ice, sleet

            but not snow

            yet

watching the rain

through a glass wall

puddles pimpling

with raindrops

dreariness and darkness

dreariness of soul

and spirit

the man walks by

with his umbrella

open

sit by the glass wall

watching the rain

watching the reflection

curtained by rain

it’s not winter yet

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

Glass, no stain

The window glass is not clear

but it is not colored, no stain

to reflect reds, yellows, blues.

The light filters through,

suffusing and bathing the interior

and this on a cloudy day.

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The poem was inspired by my attending a Sunday service at Westminster Chapel, London.

Photograph via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.