Being Mirrored Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out a huge window at another window that's
reflecting all of nature into m sight right now.

Seeing wind blowing leaves of trees every which way,
taking some of them taking and letting them fall
lightly to the ground.

There they are being tossed and turned over the
cement, into the grass, a delightful sight as I
watch the leaves roll and tumble in a silent race.

Being blown across the yard, finally settling down
among blades of grass, wind suddenly dying and
leaving them stranded.

Clouds crossing the sky in reflections of the window,
flowing behind images of the trees standing tall and
being mirrored to me.