ROOM WITH A VIEW

I worked last night on the Manor photo album,

making a new page by 

pulling together several pictures taken from our window.

For the first time in my life, 

I can see the sun as it moves from south to north,

 coming up each morning a little farther to the left 

at this time of year, 

before reversing its journey 

at the summer Solstice. 

I'd been educated to that fact,

but now I can see it from our perch on the fourth floor.

It influences the time I awaken

each morning.

When we lived in a leafy bower, 

it had its advantages as we enjoyed its sheltering coolness, 

but this new experience 

brings us the pleasure of living

on the top of our world.

Now do you suppose 

everyone will be clamoring to have us relocated 

so they can move into Room 412?

P.S.  Mr. Bob will want to launch into his lecture about the earth moving, rather than the Sun, but for all intents and purposes I'm leaving this entry the way it is. Call it poetic license, if you will.