Sunday, May 8, 2011

Waiting



I know to wait
through times
when the white fence
is no more than that

when slatted light
from the young day
is an afterthought

I wait
for the husks to fall
away
when the worn
becomes new.
Posted by cha sen at 10:21 AM

1 comment:

Rebekah said...

I love this poem. For me, the branch in the picture resonates with the words to just the right degree.

July 21, 2011 at 8:50 PM

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