The Long Wait

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Sun rays reflect

back to the skies

from my palms

as I shade my eyes

from the bright light

my soul still frozen

from winter’s harsh grasp

as spring approaches

I wonder

why I don’t just melt

like the snow and ice

along the roadways

perhaps I’ll grow

along with the new grass

or spring up like a dandelion

there seemed to be no answer

even the wind has become silent

as with bated breath

the winter season

awaits the start of spring

leaving it behind

as rivers come alive

birds fill the skies

and there are buds

on the bushes and trees

but for now

the north wind begins to blow

I see snowflakes dance by

and it is then that I know

my soul will remain frozen

and I won’t become a wildflower

for some time still

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About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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2 Responses to The Long Wait

  1. Spring will come. Really it will.
    And on this side of the world I am anxiously waiting for gentle Autumn to push Summer out the door. I have had enough of her. More than enough.

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