Waiting
Waiting
For the dusk to claim the day
The night in starry vigil
And to awake from endless dreaming
Waiting
For the sun to kiss the roses
The wind in grass a’whispering
And for the leaves to dance and whirl
Waiting
For the subtle song of rain
The rolling waves of snow
And for the unseen footsteps falling
Waiting
For the arms that I have longed for
The hours to lend them wings
And to fall ever fearless into love
Waiting
© Ann Bagnall 2013. (Revised 2019)
The Day Is Done
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
