Waiting
It is a bright day,crisp but not too cold,
geese and ducks dabble
and a robin bobs his head
in time to ........
and that sky
how blue it is
and a sun so bright
I have to put the visor down
and conscious
that winter sun
can show every blemish
of too much indulgence
during this time of ........
we're waiting for our miracle
but he's late
perhaps intent on making an entrance
I hope he dances
prances into this world
he's missed the 25th
the 1st of the year is looming ....
I saw a pair of bullfinch
the male bright, strutting his stuff
whereas she is muted
she wears her peace well
with life and winter scraps.......
It is a bright day
emerald grass glitters
the wind is gentle
and the rains of recent days
have left a sheen of glass
dancing on blades.....
we're waiting
waiting
waiting ............
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2019-12-29 at 14:51
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