"...window view ..."

Window view

Sunrise window at the start of day

Bright leaves and flowers, breaking dawn, the morning

and brilliant at sunset, quiet closing as the colors fade

Children look out, amazed

And gaze through the pane

Seeing today, seeing what we did, what we dreamed

Cat whimsically plays with a hanging plant

patiently scans the ground, cat chattering from the window seal at it's prey 

Upstairs the view, the pine trees, the limbs move as squirrels trapeze 

run time, and time again 

Cheeks stuffed full of nuts

Sounds at the bus stop 

She’s singing, and swinging around 

and around 

running at times to meet 

Traffic sounds, alarms, diesels, air brakes,

and the morning train

Busyness wakes

Wealthy homes, vacant streets in one direction 

Apartments, the court, and the struggle we have seen, in the other,

cycles repeat, rarely breaking 

The window protects from cold, wind and rays 

then opens wide to feel the breeze and air, fresh 

and hear laughter in the yard, gabbling in the pool, 

giggling, family prattling for hours 

At the window, we see storms approach and unfair weather 

We see the streets and neighbors come and go

playing and sounds of voices swell 

Spring robins take their fill, fattened by holly berries, 

Limbs, years of growth, green leaves and red berries

now brush the windowpanes and bring a warmth to the winter 

Overtime and with age, the pane can cloud, the view unclear 

Seeing the “Fragile, fleeting, precious, transcendent love”

The Yearning and Love and perhaps the “inconsolable longing" *

Younger days we see the kids and we are uneasy at times as they play

Swinging from branches 

and big wheel blasts and bikes wobbling 

Later years, you watch and wait for the arrival, the smiles, and first greetings, 

Ending, with the waves at the window and the goodbyes with hope 

to see you soon

Window view, ** Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta

About this Poem: Window view is about looking forward to a new day and how a window view has been a view to deep in my heart, reminiscent of times spent with family as the years fly. I love the morning sunrise and look forward to the rays of sunlight, the rainbow that the hanging prism creates, brightening the walls of our home. I recall the faces, the laughter, sounds and sights through the view and the protection it provides. We anticipate the arrival and departure with love and longing for more. - Joe Holuta 

  * C.S Lewis

** Inspired by the poem listed after pictures At a Window by Carl Sandburg

At a Window

Carl Sandburg - 1878-1967

Give me hunger,

O you gods that sit and give

The world its orders.

Give me hunger, pain and want,

Shut me out with shame and failure

From your doors of gold and fame,

Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

But leave me a little love,

A voice to speak to me in the day end,

A hand to touch me in the dark room

Breaking the long loneliness.

In the dusk of day-shapes

Blurring the sunset,

One little wandering, western star

Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.

Let me go to the window,

Watch there the day-shapes of dusk

And wait and know the coming

Of a little love.

Some windows, and messages we see: