My Window

A series of poetry, first inspired by the windows in my old 1930's English Tutor style home.  I used to live in a home filled with french windows and old painted latches.  Although I eventually moved away, my new surroundings continue to be filled endless windows and is set in the woods where I am filled with images of birds and deer.  Windows are the way we experience so much of our world.  We look out them, we look in them, we look at the reflections revealed within them.  I have been writing poetry for many years, and no matter the subject, they usually come back to a window.  I use them as a metaphor for life, a gateway to another experience, a barrier or an opening, they inspire me and spark curiosity.