As I Wait Poem by Eric Rhodes

As I Wait

By listening to the sounds
carried on the breeze,
feeling the warm eddies
of air dancing nearby,
I know what season is in the air.
I shall not wait, my love,
to sow seeds
at the Harvest moon,
for I wish to be early
at your door.
I will stand there patiently
just to see your beauty
emerge into view.
If I missed our date
or was a moment too late
to see the love in your eyes,
I would weep forever more.
I must appear a forlorn sight,
as I wait, unflinching,
day and night, hunger
fighting for my attention.
The scent of your heavenly perfume
reaches my eager senses
long before I see
the door knob turn.

(2009)