Watcher

I love the winter when it stays outside
And I can watch it frost the windowpane
Then grab some tea and watch the snowflakes glide
Onto the parking lot below. I crane
My neck and see the footprints in the snow
Recent enough to not be covered by
The drift, where garbagepeople come and go
Until the snow has grown two inches high
And parking is illegal. Still I sit
Beside the window watching all this pass
Observer of the world, not part of it,
Still parked upon my self-recumbent ass.
I might go out someday, but I hope then
The warmth of spring will have arrived again.