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The Season of Patience

 

 

  

The sage....the grasses,
the hills
are grey today,
somber, still and waiting.
The fingers of winter
have frozen them in time
like a watch
broken...
the hands not moving
forward...
or backwards,
just so still.
And my life seems
somehow the same
frozen in this moment.
I am waiting,
watching as silent
landscapes pass swiftly,
their greyness fading
one into the other
melting in a blur of fantasy.
Yet, I know there is life here,
tucked away,
creatures waiting...
crouching into the
hollows, patiently
for the thaw.
As I wait,
patiently too..

 

 

Kay Ekwall©1997

 

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