Views Outside a Window

Somewhere in the room

a warm wind strumming

a loose screen at an open window

Through an oval leaded glass

the twilight beyond

looked sharply beveled

and organized into a pattern

that anyone could understand

The clouds crawling down the sky

might have been

the out runners of a storming horde

still hours distance

Crawling across the porch

an eight-legged harpist moved

and silent arpeggios trembled

through taut strings of spider legs

A beam of light

stitched silver filigrees

across the gently moving grass

as repetitive bat-wings of shadows

scalloped the side of the house

The world wears many veils

and layered with secrets

that cannot be perceived

with merely a sixth sense

Sometimes you hear only

a deep hollow potential for sound

©1/10/07

Carole Mathys