We Write Poems #84 Window Faces
Window Faces
Faces at the window
Shadows on the wall
Not your’s or mine
But all the faces
Passing by
Each unique
Snows covers the ground
It is the winter of the year
The wind blows through
The evergreens on the hillside
Weapons explode
Still it is forever quiet
On the mesa
It is the “still life” of the year
All is waiting
Standing still
Breathless
Soon all will begin again
Some will be here to see this
And some will not
Some will be stars
And some will be shadows
Some will be faces in the window
annellannell 
Wow, Annell. Just WOW. Yes, winter is the season of waiting. Waiting is often long for me, as is winter. So very true…some will see the rebirth, some will not.
Gorgeous: I love the line “It is the “still life” of the year”.
Yours doesn’t need an apostrophe!
Beautifully written through the eyes of an artist, Annell.
Pamela
nice take on the image, Annell – and I too loved the line about “still life”
your words paint a great picture….thanks for this Anne
Whoa.
I love how each line flows into the next, but yet demands a moment of pause to consider its unique, independent thought. I especially was caught by the last three lines:
“Some will be stars
And some will be shadows
Some will be faces in the window”
-Nicole
love this annell…i find the end a bit haunting some will be stars, some will be shadows and others faces inthe windows…of course it made me think of pictures of past relatives….
I like the way your artistic quality runs through the poem as part of your poetic quality. And the last five lines, annell, caught my heart.
margo
I so love “it is the still life of the year”…..and then “some will be stars”. This is one of my favorites of yours, Annell. Just beautiful.
I really like your writing style, fantastic info , thanks for putting up : D.