Gardenwindow, looking over the backyard,
Spring and Summer and Fall are lovely
But Winter is hard.
Going outside and
Wandering through my garden,
Down past it to the stream,
Walking along, as if in a dream.
It’s Spring time right now,
The air seems excited.
And there’s buzzing and sniffing,
The male species is fighting.
Continuing to wander out over
This garden, there are
Wonders in Summer,  
That the Winter will harden.
Even now the flowers are ebbing away
The trees are all changing,
Things start to decay.
Drifting, tilting, fluttering leaves
Are falling, are falling,
Are falling from tress.
The ending of Fall brings with it this fear
The Winter is coming
So keep all those you hold dear.
The icicles form
And with the snow comes a cost—
My gardenwindow is covered
With layers of frost.
I can no longer see
outside to my garden,
But I can see my reflection,
And it gives me no pardon.
The gardenwindow looks deeper,
Looks into my soul…
It sees parts of me
That were never whole.
It sees all my motives
And it cries out in shame.
The only thing I’ve ever worked for
Is personal gain.