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Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Through the Pane of Glass – Part 21

21 Days From My Window

Outside my window today the sky is gray and wet. Puddles line the street and the wind blows tiny ripples across the surface of the water. Only a few leaves still remain to cartwheel down the street---but there is no joy in watching them play. Today is the day I’d feared would come, ever since I woke to find the world encased in crystalline, cold ice. The Bradford pear lady in the yard on my left is gone. They came and cut her frail body down and carried her away. Now there is an empty space where she once stood. I guess her owner decided she was too far gone, beyond saving.

Sitting here beside my window, I think of the many mornings I peeked outside to see her and her sister in their beautiful, leafy gowns. Now her sister will dress herself in spring’s green, then summer’s white flowers, and later the colors of fall. She will stand alone, by the street, waiting for the carriage to take her to the ball. With both happy anticipation, and a tender, lonely heart, she will go on to face the snow, the rain, the winds and storms on her own. And I will watch her faithfully from my chair beside the window---and remember.


Jenny said...

Rain is awesome. :) I wish it would do it more.

Childlife said...

Ok, TaunaLen... You have some serious skills lady. You just made me bawl my eyes out over a tree! But of course, she reifies more than just a tree, does she not?

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