In Anticipation
There is a tree at the end of the lane
bare, standing proud in the the rain
graceful yet eerie against a fading light
gently swaying on a moonlit night
quietly waking from a long winter sleep
new shoots of green are beginning to creep
onto outstretched branches
as I watched and waited-In anticipation
there is a tree at the end of the lane
green once again nourished by spring's gentle rain
my patience rewarded as a weak sun breaks through
and now spring is here, I no longer feel blue.
Copyright © Julie Achilles | Year Posted 2020
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