I Am A Window                                             by David Michael Jackson I am worn weathered wood. I have seen the storms, felt the hot sun, endured the wind until I am cracked. My colors have faded into burnt sienna from red under the sun's rays. I have seen the owl at night and the hawk in the day for I am a window in this wood, this weathered wood. I am a window or I am nothing. I am a window. Sneak up. Take a peek into my panes. She will be there, sitting at the table, having her tea or holding her cat quietly. Send private comments about "I Am A Window" to author, editors@artvilla.com If you like the Windows poem read more David here Read the Poem Of Every So Often at https://www.artvilla.com