I look out the window and the snow is now meeting the ground for the first time
seeing people walk across the white ground noticing their gestures as the snow kisses their face
cars stopped to gather fuel for their hungry engines, while others slowed down to avoid the risky dangers this weather brings
From inside the classroom the city looks so peacefu; so calm
once I step outside the city is no longer calm; it carries another form of security trapped inside a four tire object, going on to their destinations
The snow is gradually falling faster and all I am able to do is view it from inside the classroom window
Mariela Contreras
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/viewing-through-a-window/
