There Waiting

The phrases started to show,
But then they came to a halt.

Outside a bedroom window
In a small, green mountain town,

Maple leaves, still large and dark,
Moved slightly in sunny air

Against a brilliant blue sky.
In your mind, another scene

Entirely had taken hold—
Dark, flannel-grey, filtering snow

Through deeply wooded evening.
Which scene were you living in?

Neither, you thought to yourself,
I am living in neither.