Windows

No alleyways of division between

Tightly knit buildings blend together

Their windows framed in many colors

Herald gracious panoramic visions

Passers-by bustle on city sidewalks

Raindrops touching concrete sea’s

Each falls in rhythm paving life’s path

Footsteps sounding crowds of invisibility

Look, Listen, Feel

Each ripple marks time immortal

Water on windows

Open for the breeze

(c) s l jennings “Windows”

Image: Andre Goncalves, photographer; google common license 

About spiritedpoet

No online identity can truly define me. I have a navigation panel with controls, but I understand I cannot control external elements. I believe I am spirited with God (Love) to guide my life. I am human in my strength and my frailty. I somehow safely navigate my children through life's trial and errors. I proudly wear each stripe on my Mom's uniform; though, I still love the silky feel of soft négligée against my skin. I am human after all. Welcome to my Spirited Poet blog. Welcome to me.
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