Hello, I hope you all enjoy. Robin FROM A KITCHEN WINDOW She hears the twitter of the birds Finding the largess she has spread; She sees the beauty snow has wrought Where winter berries flaunt their red. The lonely cries of circling gulls Touch minor chords in her own heart; In lace-clad tree and crystal bush She feels a magic counterpart. She likes the snowman’s pixie charm Created by her wee one’s hands And looks up from her homely tasks To share the whimsy he commands. She has a kinship with the earth, Though busy in her own domain, And comprehends its noble plans >From just a kitchen windowpane. IDEALS December, MCMXCIX