WINDOW DRESSING

Sometimes there is a pause between winter and spring

When the boundary that divides them catches the eye

And the wind stops long enough to catch its breath

Before the window dressing begins,

While the trees are still bare mannequins and

Backdrops are wild-brush, split-hair stems, left over

Brown leaves, pine cones and needles

Strewn about as if someone had stopped mid-stream

And walked off leaving nothing but debris.

Amethyst tinged fields of henbit and green clover

Hawk the color bounty

That spreads out among branches and stalks,

Each tricked out in nature’s latest fashion sense,

An animated window scene changes over

In a makeshift pattern that baits the eye

And reels in the boundary line

Hiding stark remnants and discarded fragments

From a timeworn display.

© cmheuer, 2013