" Waiting for the fish too bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting,perhaps, for their Uncle Jack
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting."
These weeks spent between winter's end and true spring are the most difficult for me. This winter with its' unrelenting cold and snow has been a difficult. Another big storm will be arriving tonight. There are however some hints of spring. The songbirds are singing in the morning and sun is up when I leave for work at 6:45 am. My side of the planet is tilting back towards the sun! Spring will come!
Waiting for spring to arrive, or
just waiting to see what has survived
or waiting for winter to be spent
or waiting for the lilac's scent
or waiting for the leaves to pop
or just waiting for the rain to stop
or for the sun to shine,
or the smell of basil, lavender and thyme
I am just waiting.
