The Window

Looking out on the bay
spanned by the sun
crowned by the skies
the window on the east

Looking out when the boat
comes, or maybe doesn't
when the people come and go
the window on the south

Looking out to the west
where the sun soon will sink
in a blaze of gold and reds
the window on the west

None come or go now
the sun's appearances brief
as we sink to the solstice
from the window on the north

The window now empty
until the next equinox
past the solstice of darkness
into a new year