Window Watching

by

Faye Hoffman

I sit here at my window,
watching the snow fall quietly.
The fire is burning softly,
it crackles constantly.

I can almost smell the popcorn.
It's popping wakes the quiet night.
I curl up inside a blanket,
all cozy as I watch outside.

On the snow covered streets,
children are playing everywhere.
There's a man building a snowman,
as the neighbors at their windows stare.

I sip on my hot chocolate,
mesmerized by the wonderful scene.
Remembering a childhood moment,
makes me smile,from what I see.

My popcorns finished popping,
and its hard for me to leave,
from the comfort of my easy chair,
but the smell is tempting me.

I race to the kitchen counter,
grab my snack,race for the door.
Bounce back into my window seat,
watching the show once more.

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