The Wintry Window View Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

a teacher has to sit
much.
On listening to kids
he slips in reveries, -
such
is his custom set.

once captured I myself
at liking a wondrous view
commanding from my seat
in my euphonious class,
just a slice of a framed nook
between the coordinates stuck:

a smug construction site
with a half-erected gym
and a bayonet of a crane;
two pine-trees swayed by the wind
under the welkin naked;
and snow, a halcyon snow
as falling down aslant
in odd and jerky whorls, -

that outer wintry world
without the window-pane
could my dream-view sustain...