As I Sat By The Window
© 2007 By Elisa Williams

As I sat by the window
I thought I saw
The meadow green
But it was covered with snow banked high

As I sat by the window
I swore I heard
The crickets sing
But it was only the wind at the door

As I sat by the window
I knew I smelt
The wild roses
But when I opened my eyes it was gone

As I sat by the window
I felt the sun
Touch of warmth
But in truth night had already come