Through My Kitchen Window

Out my kitchen window,
I see leaves clinging onto a branch
And the branch watching the leaves fall
And the fall grass peeking to the surface
For no one to see.
But I see
Out my kitchen window,
My exhale escaping as fog
And the exhale of the sky escaping as snow
And the snow piling at my very feet.
For no one to take another look.
But I look
Out my kitchen window,
As nature leaves presents
And the presence of a natural perfume lingering in the air
And the air turning into buds and leaves
And birds and bees
And the birds chirp-chirping
As they put on a show
For no one to watch.
But I watch
Out my kitchen window,
As the wind takes a different feel
And the feel of a new phase
And the sweat plastered onto my face
And my face as full of joy as my feet
And my feet run,
And I fall,
On the grass
That is no longer fall grass,
But soon will be,
And all this,
For no one to take in
Except for me
Who takes it all
Through my kitchen window.