The Window

I look outside my window
first thing every morning
instead of my mirror
I see beauty
in the window view
instead of a face
I see every day 

I look outside my window
for the young day 

reborne and new
the sun rise or cloudy skies
the snow flakes spin
the rain drops drip
the wind blows trees
the green lawn
or the brown of fall
leaves yellow & brown
blanket the ground
or birds appear
in spring
I look outside my window
for my youth