I watched for you
At the long window that
Faced south;
Beyond the glass
And it’s captured lights
The winter night
Glared balefully back,
Later I would
Notice that
The trees
Were hanging
About like prowlers,
And,
Ever fearless,
I charged into the night
Waiting for you by a sycamore,
Both of us longing
For the lushness of spring.
At the long window that
Faced south;
Beyond the glass
And it’s captured lights
The winter night
Glared balefully back,
Later I would
Notice that
The trees
Were hanging
About like prowlers,
And,
Ever fearless,
I charged into the night
Waiting for you by a sycamore,
Both of us longing
For the lushness of spring.
Such tenderness in love when the spring comes - softer than the bitter cold that winter brings. You express emotion beautifully in your words - I felt it, that longing. So well done. A pleasure to enjoy. ~Pamela
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