Waiting
for the dusk to claim the day
for the night in starry vigil
to awake from endless dreaming
for the sun to kiss the flowers
the wind in the grass a’whispering
and the leaves to dance and whirl
the subtle song of rain
and rolling waves of snow
the unseen footsteps falling
and the arms that I have longed for
the hours to lend them wings
and to fall ever fearless into love
Waiting
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 