My Bedroom Windows Are Never Closed
My bedroom windows are never closed
I won’t miss a moment of nature
Every season full of sights and sounds
My blanket layers always in flux.
Spring brings the early birds’ dawn chorus
April showers and peepers return
Vixens cry for their mates in the dark
My bedroom windows are never closed
Lightning bugs blink against summer screens
Katydids sing from oak tops at night
Cicada buzz loudly fills warm days
I won’t miss a moment of nature
Great horned, barred and screech hoots fill fall nights
Sun rises reveal jewel-toned forest
Southbound Canada geese honk above
Every season full of sights and sounds
Woodpeckers tap winter’s leafless trees
Moon shadows dance from a clear night sky
Woodstove heat meets snowflakes drifting down
My blanket layers always in flux.
A cascade poem
A Picture and a Poem 