Through A Window Through the slender pane of glass We watched the robins form their nests Of scattered twigs and fallen leaves Within the fruitless apple trees We watched the ivy intertwine An emerald quilt upon the soil It climbed atop the wooden fence And hung above the concrete slabs We watched a group of flowers grow Between the bricks, beside the creek Attracting lonesome butterflies To float between their brittle stems Yet now she rests below such sights My dearest wife, deprived of life Her bones amongst the unseen roots Her name engraved upon her tomb And curtains hang before the frame To shroud the ever-changing scene Preserve the faintest memories Of flowers, ivy, apple trees. - Jim R.
