What do you see from your window?
“Jack Frost came again,” she said with glee.
She saw the ice on the grass and on the street.
The icicles hang from the branches on the tree.
The kids came out with their skates, glad to be free.
Tiny squirrels scamper in and out the holes in the tree.
Women in big furry coats walk by and the squirrels flee.
Men in wellies salt spreading the drives and drinking coffee.
They could be sons, fathers or husbands, but they were all three.
The sun came out in its glory and melted the ice, but not before tea.
Seeing all from her mind’s window, did the little girl who couldn’t see.
Image credit: StockSnap