A deep and heavy darkness has settled about at this late hour in the early morning
Spinsters line the roads as snow falls through a headlight-illuminated haze
Laid bare and frozen, they stand waiting for their spring
April boasted promises of new birth, but December's grip has continued to hold firm
This winter has too much longevity
The seedtime is just the beginning- it means everything to those who lie in wait
Desiring the warm embrace of a vernal breeze
Just a touch would be enough to birth hope within chilled, lonely limbs
In silence the ache cries out- the longing to bear fruit, but barren of opportunity
How everything would change with the genesis of that new day
Loneliness intermingles with yearning
Nothing good comes of this ignoble dance- only heartache birthed of unrequited love
1 Comments:
At 19/4/08 12:00 PM,
Dusk Watchman said…
Proverbs 13:12 Expectation postponed is making the heart sick, but the thing desired is a tree of life when it does come.
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