Out My Window

[billy]

first off, i openly admit your meter skills far outweigh mine own   but....
opening line has a half foot missing, either that or you're doing something cleverer than i know
and elsewhere in more than a couple of places the meter is licking hairy testicles. [paraphrasing myself there]
the place though ambiguous give just enough choice to work, [nursing home, hospital, country spa perhaps]. some of the end rhymes feel a little forced and gone/lawn don't rock the boat enough for me. the poem itself feels rushed and not really what i would expect from one of the sites better poets.

p.s; i had no problem with you seeing the wind, the brain notices effect and sees the cause, in this case wind. when the apple fell newton saw gravity.

Out My Window
Out my window I can see an [of] would fix the meter here
the rolling grass, an ancient tree best line of poem it has imagery and more or less sets the tone of the place where your window is.
the wind that blows so freely through it if it wasn't a sonnet i'd love the change in meter and pace
as if to say there's nothing to it,
a statue of a man and horse
but they don't move at all, of course
and, not today, but on days gone
some squirrels have flirted on the lawn. kinky meter, it would work if you  removed [and from above] but not much better
There is a lady just behind me
and every day she says - don't mind me
she gets the bed sheets and the light
then rolls my chair just slightly right
so she can clean beneath the wheels
and on that table, leaves my meals.