it's funny. 3 years later and i find myself staring out the same window. the same trees, same lawn, same road, digging for new inspiration. the screens on the window slightly distort everything on the outside. the crispness of the world blurred by wire mesh.
starting at the sky, the faraway blue, found only when no clouds can be spotted. the distance created by such a clear sky allows the trees to appear stronger, straighter. shadows lie about, imaginary tree footprints, amoeba like in shape.
a slight breeze winds its way through the leaves and they respond by dancing on the branches. rustling, shaking back and forth.
the branches stretch upward, always reaching for more light, jockeying for position amongst other sun-hungry limbs.
green grass, green leaves, green air. the darker greens lie about in the shadows, representing cool and comfortable. the leaves brighter in color, in direct sunlight, reflect nourishment and appear golden green.
rising above shorter trees, a fir tree presents its coat, a reminder of winter and warmth.


spotlight reversed, pointing out the dark spots
swaying, but gently blending
exhales move earth.
green mirrors show no self-reflection.
suspended field of green.
slanted branches create non-symmetrical
smiles, crooked, lips sealed.