Across the white mantled lawn
The dotted smudge marks
of a feline homecoming.
And through the naked branches
The twinkling signals of
a universe*s past and future.
From the Heaton hill come shadows
As in homeward pilgrimage
Upon sled and childhood*s laughter
girl and boy and man descending.
Reminding me of my bygone part
In this self same happy pageant.
Another year is come and gone
And most is just a memory
loss and pain are yet for healing
But there upon the bird table
Unaware of all my thoughts
A Blue Jay takes his evening feeding
How fragile the dividing wall between
mankind and man, savage, cruel, greedy
Then the Blue Jay*s call distracts me.
Its snowing, the lawn is white once more
And for a while the world is pure
Until I start again, to thinking
Bill Mitton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-study-window/
