Lilith Rogers
01-10-2007, 07:25 PM
THE VIEW OUT MY FRONT DOOR
It’s too cold
to sit here
typing
with my front door
wide open
but I’m doing it
anyway
because
the view
out there
on this winter day
sunny
clear with a few high clouds
the view
of bushes in the foreground
with colorful leaves of red and yellow
a tall birch with no leaves to cover
her graceful skeleton
and then
a few tall green redwoods in the near background
standing solitary or in small clusters
(did you know redwoods, if they begin life
too close to one another
simply join together at the base
and hold one another up--
well, they do)
and finally, in the far, far distance
a hillside of solid green
nothing but trees, and trees, and trees.
Who could ask for more?
Lilith Rogers
January 10<SUP>th</SUP>, 2007
It’s too cold
to sit here
typing
with my front door
wide open
but I’m doing it
anyway
because
the view
out there
on this winter day
sunny
clear with a few high clouds
the view
of bushes in the foreground
with colorful leaves of red and yellow
a tall birch with no leaves to cover
her graceful skeleton
and then
a few tall green redwoods in the near background
standing solitary or in small clusters
(did you know redwoods, if they begin life
too close to one another
simply join together at the base
and hold one another up--
well, they do)
and finally, in the far, far distance
a hillside of solid green
nothing but trees, and trees, and trees.
Who could ask for more?
Lilith Rogers
January 10<SUP>th</SUP>, 2007