Coulda been a ghost, they're all around

reflection in double pane storm

Is it a ghost peering in?
In the juniper tree, a ghost?
{Indians smoke that stuff)
The red shirt gives it play;
A reflection we know
Because the letters are backward
And there are two panes
- Or else we're going blind -
Ephemeral peerer
Methuselah beard
A wispy puff of smoke
If there is anything
Really there
At all