Friday, April 1, 2011

Open Window

The cool spring breeze through the open window
is like a long forgotten soft caress across my left cheek.

I lay my head upon my hands and watch my daughter ride
her bike back and forth in the street below.

The soft wind carries her beyond her small world below the open
window as she stands up on her bike and pushes her pedals as fast as she can go.

I see the clouds billowing out, beckoning my dreams to climb upon them and rest.

The curiosity of our four legged companion reminds me that miracles come in small doses
as I unhook her from her leash to explore the world below that open window.

A smile slowly spreads across my face as I watch my world blooming below the open window.

I am reminded of how much I am blessed of the small stuff that makes the world below
my open window feel so sweet as a soft caress.



Pat O'Driscoll said...

Nice poem Kym,
I like the visual that goes with your feelings. Spring is finally here!

Kym said...

Thank you so much Pat...I truly enjoyed taking those images Friday that I had to write down how they made me feel and share!