Closest,

the window itself is dirty, 

Like it hasn’t been cleaned in a while

There’s reflection from the lights 

An ugly yellow glow. 

The air outside looks clean and cool,

Inside it’s warm and stuffy. 

Closer 

There is grass and bushes, 

Clean looking landscaping.

It’s morning

the dew on the plants,

Shining in the early sun.

The last flowers of summer,

struggling to hold on.

Closer, 

There are trees, 

Oak, Maple, Pine,

They’re just starting to change 

leaves flutter 

As the fall breeze is beginning to blow, 

each day gets colder.

Far out the window 

I see the road,

It’s crowded,

Cars pass 

Stopping at the light, 

Going when it changes