View From a Window

The three small windows beside our bed brighten the morning

A distant misting green hill warms in the early sunlight

 An iridescent woodcock flies into a pearl sky

Moss green stone older than time tangle across the valley

Standing alone, a farmhouse with a bright red tiled roof

Bright white washing flaps waving every which way

Sheep quietly graze while shining black crows swoop dance in circles

Two shire horses stand like statues

A squadron of Canadian geese fly in noisy procession to the lake

The smell of breakfast silently climbs the stairs