Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Saturday, December 11, 2004

Ready And Waiting

I waited
too long and missed the sky
with all its deep coral shades
and shadows painted sidelong
like a glance contrasted blue
into gray cloud cover.

Then I watched
as an anxious lens
stamped out impatience,
readyand waiting en route
home to catch how the wind
can trip and turn through
leafless spaces bringing with
it a fiery backdrop of red sky.

Hurry now
darkness is falling fast
stealing available light
promising far reaching memory,
something missed, and slumber lost.

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