With buds
Sap dripping onto the car
Tiny flowers bursting out
Yellow green
Pushed off in a few days
By the emerging leaves
Summer approaches
The green curtain shutters
My front window
Separates me from my neighbours
A piece of country inside the city
Privacy
Protection from the heat of summer
Shade for my reading bench
Home for racing squirrels
Late autumn it falls away
The yellow leaves
Are found by the wind
Scattered to bury the garden
Whistled up the street
The chill of winter approaches
The curtain is gone
My Front window
Looks at houses now
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