My Window

Our window is a magic frame

With pictures never twice the same.

Sometimes it frames a sunset sky

Where clouds of gold and purple lie

And sometimes on a windless night

It holds a great moon round and white.

Sometimes it frames a lawn and flowers

Where children play through summer hours;

Sometimes a tree of gold and red

And grass where crisp brown leaves are shed;

Sometimes it shows a wind-blown rain

Or snowflakes blew against the pane.

Our window frames all lovely things

That every changing season brings.