Watching from above I see
the naked branches of the tree
that in summer gives some shade to me.
The grass, although green, has yet to grow
and the old man, with the woolen hat, to mow
what has survived another winter slow.
A child’s laughter can soon be heard.
I see her on a swing, flying like a bird
but the toys in the sandbox lie, unstirred.
Grey clouds above make shapes in the sky,
a face, a dog and a giant eye,
it looks like the heavens might still cry.
This is what from above I see,
the view from a kitchen that belongs to me.
All is just as it should be.
Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo 2014 Day Six asked us to look outside and describe what we saw. So, welcome to my place! *smile* I hope you enjoyed the visit.