White Window
100-word poetry
The window I liked to look out from
Every morning, every dawn
Is now empty and white
Snow has come
To stay in my sight
And the bird who waved to me every day
Is now gone
The snow comes, children play, the snow stays, children shout, the snow thaws
But within the frames of that window
There would be no bird again
Gone for good
And that’s the way of the birds
Windows and frames …
Here to stay
