Outside my window I see

snowy swept scapes
winter wonders
wind in the waking wood

branches of trees in silhouette
dusky winter morning
landscape aglow
sky alight with fire

snow untouched by human footprints

the world I’ve been ignoring
children, broken, still smiling
smiles that carry more than one meaning

my future my tomorrow
turmoil of the present
blank canvas of a world waiting to be
hope that cannot be contained indoors

birds flying over the mountains of my triumphs
sunlight tickling the tops
open spaces and audacity

torsos of trees
beauty and possibility
a sun that shines upon the entire world
jubilant victorious dawn

the jigsaw puzzle of the world
where I might actually have a place
I might actually call home


Group poem by the WordsWorthians 2009