Windowpain

Shiny, clear glass

tosses you back in reflection,

while inviting you inside.

What do we see looking out?

Who sees us looking in?

Ever changing light on seasonal cue

casts mutable shadows

on our faces.

The cat sits on a sofa back

warming in her sun

while chasing a dandelion

in her mind.

Who dares to break the pane

which separates

us from them,

you from me,

here from there?

Will you crack open the glass

and let in the fresh air

scented with rosemary,

soft as a whisper,

alit with amber glow?