Farmstead Memories - Letter V

The years at the old farmstead were confusing. I was living in the house of my dreams, but my personal life was a nightmare. I have such mixed feelings when I look back at that time.

I started to write about the views from the old windows, but my heart insisted it wanted to say something else.

This does fit into my little farmstead series, but leans toward the dark side of those years.

Outside the window
every hue
of blue and green and brown,
the view!

Reflections of the time of year,
the time of day, my state of mind.
The view is poignant, bittersweet
comprised of colored mosaics sublime.

I watched the years rush by the panes.
Beyond my cold imprint on glass
I watched the view in sun and rain,
praying that the pain would pass.

Outside the windows
I once knew,
the years spun past so fast.
The view!

This little memory is written for Alphabe-Thursday's letter "V".

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