Untitled by Zoe Sowder

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.