Winter Window

Winter Window



Outside the cabin falls the snow,

The ice glazed glass makes the view difficult.

Yet through one untouched panel there’s a child.

She doesn’t care she’s not wearing her mittens;

To protect her from the below zero water she holds.

Sometimes when the sun glistens over her,

I can see the joy the outside world brings her.

Somewhere in the distance,

Her mother will be calling.

Telling her it’s getting to dark to play:

She’ll catch a cold.

But even as the young girl sniffles

She continues to smile.

Making me feel ignorant to the beauty I can’t seem to grasp.

The beauty that is right through this window.

Instead I remain inside the cabin.

Where it’s warm, safe.

I want the innocence the girl has:

The eyes that see the glory around her.

By: Rebekah Rose Archambeault