The Long Wait Poem by James Casey

The Long Wait

For now, winter has decorated
The meadow with peaceful sleep.
It's residents hibernate in wet soil
Waiting for the Earth to spring again
Pale piled blankets tucked carefully
Around the statuesque bald oaks
Guard the lustful dreams
Of boys in their branches.
The frozen blue river gathers drifts,
While it runs quietly, so quietly
Just beneath the mask of ice.
Gently, softly from the gray heavens,
Messengers of delight glide home,
Touching, blending, building and sighing
The silent journey to a Winter's night.

Jim 1969