Gazing through windows

Closed to the world

There are open spaces

Surrounding the tall oaks

Squirrels running across their bough

Dodging the neighbor’s dogs

When land meets their feet

They are safe again

Leaves falling from winter’s first blast

Chasing away the summer fun

Firewood stacked up real high

Promised warmth inviting us in

Tall oaks look on

As the last leaf falls

Smoke drifts across

Blocking the view

Burning leaves give up their ghost

Stillness is the final show

All is quite as life carries on

Gazing out through the window

Lost in my world of the tall oaks.