After watching my new neighbor
from my window for more
than a month now,
I have to conclude
she is a bit eccentric,
but in a rather charming way
She appears to spend
most of her time outdoors,
So much so I think she, too,
must be in love with our view
of distant mountains
and infinite sky.
From way up here
in my spying place
by the window, I can see
the top of my neighbor’s head.
Poor dear, her hair is thinning,
just like my grandmother’s did.
Maybe it’s just a seasonal thing
My neighbor’s mobility is limited.
Her joints are knobby,
her limbs are stiff.
I doubt she should spend
as much time outdoors as she does.
But she’s an older woman,
and naturally set in her ways.
Days and nights are chilly here
this time of year,
what with the fog and all.
I love my unconventional
neighbor’s flamboyant
response to the shivery clime:
She decks herself out
in a velvet gown of mossy
chartreuse green.
I hope my neighbor doesn’t
ever catch me spying
and get upset with me.
Watching her has become an
integral part of my life.
I can barely wait to see what she’ll
wear in her hair this spring.
Photo Credit: Ann Keiffer Her Ownself
