Vivid Windows

I can look
But I can not touch
This is the curse of my life
But I'm willing to live

Vivid windows I can see through
Reserve this scene so fond
They allow me that much, too
But leave me without something to lean on

It's almost winter
The leaves are all fallen
The trees untouched, not even a splinter
The vivid windows remain
And never stop me from being sullen

I foolishly believe
I would have the chance
To step outside on those sodden leaves
And touch the image in my happenstance