From My Window Poem by Peter S. Quinn

From my window
times are changing,
springtime's wind blow
new ways arranging.
Dark is on its go
from winter's drifting,
here comes spring glow
shades dim uplifting.

From my window
light's coming through,
winter on its go
heavens fresh and blue.
Life is new coming
giving of its touch,
seeds grow to booming
with distillations lots

From my window
so much happiness,
no time to be low
just smile and be fresh.
For times changing
into days of new,
let's get on arranging
what it means for you.