Promptly Poetry

Through the Window

Through the Window

Through the window, December in her tattered clothes,
strewn abroad in autumn’s colours, browns and ochres,
the naked trees spread their skeleton fingers to the grey
overhead, the windswept, monotone sky of an agèd year,
and the cold promise of the bridal snow to come.


Line Count: 5
Free Verse
For Promptly Poetry, Week 28
Prompt: Look outside your window. What do you see? Look at the sky. How do you feel?