What will be...

Looking out
your window
its plain to see
that this view
is beautiful.
The big tree
that has the sun setting
through its branches.
Its perfect shape
against the blue
October evening
sky.
As the sun
sets
I sit on your
couch
Drinking a
warm cup of tea
that you have given
me.
As you slide
the door
open to
the backyard
the smell of
fall
creeps in
the door.
The smell of
burning
wood.
I sit and watch
you on the
deck.
You with
your power drill.
A smile creeps
across my face..
This is indeed a beautiful
view.
The view of
what will be.