The trees, they draw me in
Staring into stranger’s windows
I feel at home, even when alone.
Like a glimpse into another life
A feeling so personal
And, yet, welcoming to foreign eyes.
Mind melting through the glass
I feel like I know you
Have I been here before?
The rainbow lights are the prettiest
My step-mom always said soT
hey shine bright through each window I pass.
My thoughts always drift
To new stories of those who hung each ornament
I get lost in their imaginary lives.
The dysfunction of the seasonIt falls away,
when observing from afar
I prefer it like that.