The garden in the snow,
Is white with cold and frost.
But all hope is not lost,
It still has time
To grow
The garden in the snow,
Is white with cold and frost.
But all hope is not lost,
It still has time
To grow
Slow things down
Watch, and be at peace
Have some wine
love told me yesterday
that you would not be long;
i waited for the right
time —
or was it hesitance,
this pausing at the base
of what might be a hard
climb?
the shadow of a cliff,
the fear of losses past:
the sun is setting,
should i go
or stay?
love told me yesterday
to wait to feel the sun
just came up on the two of us
today
Wait for the sunrise
Breathe it in
In waiting, wisdom
My wife has cooked the meal tonight:
Spaghetti, served with wine –
I pause before the first big bite,
It’s looking mighty fine
And so my mouth starts watering,
Expectance: off the charts —
The perfect meal is perfect, even
Right
Before
It starts