WINDOW VIEWS

A fiery dawn, 

I look through my window

Several times a day

To find different vistas

That take my breath away

The mornings are beautiful

They offer the best views                                                                        

The sun’s rays light up the clouds,

 A bright afternoon, and

Proffering innumerable hues.

The afternoons are less spectacular;

On a bright and sunny day

I can even see beyond

To past the distant bay.

 The night sky, from my window

In the evenings my camera

Comes out of its case

As the sun starts going down

At the vibrant sky I gaze.

The nights are often reserved

For quiet contemplation

The stars and moon shine bright in peace                                   

Aiding in introspection.