She Waits

April 1, 2011

She waits
Patiently perched beneath an Oak tree
The sun beating down
Its careless rays alight on her skin.

She waits
Promise swirling in the breeze
Like blown dandelion seeds
Their feather-weight caressing her freckled nose.

She waits
Always with hope
Though the sun bakes
And the weeds grow.

She waits
Her golden hair held aloft in the wind
Rising higher with each gentle breath
Then slowly falling back to earth at her shoulders.

She waits
Fingers twining though green grass
Braiding spring and youth together
In a portrait of time spent alone.

She waits
Always with love
Though the clock ticks
And the moon moves above.