Looking Out My Window
My morning is misted with gray
rain shapes the mood of the day.
Crisp and clean odors outdoors
drops wash dust from earths pores.
Snuggled inside terry cloth
I sip at my hot cup of broth.
The rain sings a soothing refrain
easing the bulk of my pain.
I'm nourished by natures display
the promise of summers bouquet.
Earths domain is a beautiful place
that I hope humankind wont erase.