My Window Poem by Rich Harney

My window is gazing out upon a sun,
Between the four frames of casement
There is love and there is one.

A lone tree withered by the frost—
And something of joy has caused its overblown,
Therefore, looking so frail and naked—lost

Cracked in the naked mirrors of the sky
She has all the day and every sad and gloomy night
Standing tall though crooked against the reason why.

The sun blazes through her barren brokenness,
stripped of her auburn coterie,
Her spring for now but a distant green caress.

One day she will rise again in her divested way,
She will gather all her dead and crippled leaves
And as a prayer unto the orange and bright shining day—

A twinkling of light will burst across Elysium,
What's done will be come and gone.
A tiny twig of hope will burn in the sun and hum.
And all that was lost and gone will be undone.


R. Harney