Monday, January 18, 2016

"The Scene"

The scene that I look out upon has never slightly changed
And, yet, somehow, and, often, it is all so rearranged
As if a thread were pulled and all the fabric were let loose
And, then, a magic hand would thread it back for my reuse
Or, like kaleidoscope that jumbles all within its view
A shattering of broken glass that slowly does ensue
Becoming more, each day, each year, as time does slowly pass
That brightens through the window's view of well-defined stained glass


© 2013 whickwithy


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