At The Window Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Here at the window
I steal a moment or two
to ponder another world
in every shade and hue;
not much time for reflection
with so much work to do.

Frenetic and demanding
my life is a never ending
racket and clatter thru the day;
and it's not an easy matter
to quiet a mind in this disarray.

Yet here in my stolen reverie
a sweet embrace washes over me.
There is a moment, I swear,
when a perfume is in the air;
it takes my very breath away
and I am renewed in its fragrance.