Out the Window

Some windows let their occupants

See mountains or the sea

Or trees or yards with jungle gyms

But that’s not true for me.

 

I look outside and peer across

At buildings which provide

Innumerable apartments

With their windows multiplied.

 

But many people gazing out,

No matter what their view,

See snowflakes swirling in the air,

As snowflakes often do.

 

United by the weather

While we focus on the snow,

Nature sees us all as equals

As the flakes drift down below.