Waiting Is
"Waiting Is"
Waiting is a plant that grows
From bud to petals to rose;
Seeing snowflakes falling bright
Become landscapes wrapped in white.
Waiting is a setting sun
The horizon claims each day
The moon shining from new to full
While the stars gleam in array.
Waiting is a field of crops
Receiving the sun and rain
As the seasons take their turns
Which change, yet the same remain.
Waiting is a listening heart
Hearing the ocean's calm waves;
Grasp the stillness of the woods
Or the mountains highest gaze.
Waiting is a symphony
Of birds chirping a song
Who started from a tiny egg
And grew to fly along.
Waiting is a falling leaf
From a seedling or an oak
That lands ever gracefully
Bright colors the world is cloaked.
Waiting is a frozen lake
That will capture blades of skates
From children's happy laughter
As they count the Christmas dates.
Waiting is a lightning bug
Who comes at evening time,
As wispy clouds hang in the sky
Or to the heights they climb.
Waiting is a silent rain
Which lightly taps the earth
Touching every wildflower
To give new life, rebirth.
Waiting is not to be missed
Creating the chance to grow
Maybe a road less traveled by
Adventures not otherwise known.
(Originally written 9/7/21)