Poem: Looking Out a Window

 Merry Christmas, everyone. I've never liked free verse poetry much because I just utterly love rhymes, but this free verse poem I made in college in 2011 that I just stumbled upon evoked a very vivid picture that I distinctly remembered when I wrote it. That's poetry for sure. Man, I really need to write more. I miss it.

Looking Out a Window

The snowbank outside this window

is blue, not white,

because of the building’s shadow.

A leafless tree is in the shade too.

Mostly—it has golden tips up top.

The sun is shining on the world beyond

But it’s not warm; The factory’s

steam is thick and white from

the cold.

Light blue horizon, fading up to dark blue.

Blue mountains squatting on sand.

The trees are all sleeping, or brown,

or red, or green, or yellow.

Some hills white with bushes,

like snow leopards.

The shadows are all blue.

Most of the view is white, gray,

brown, yellow—

There’s a green wall or something

And there’s that great steamy factory

Cars like ants, trucks like white beetles

And there’s the brick wall,

yellow, but almost blue in the shadows.