I Hear Her Coming Poem by James McLain

Oh hurry and see, can't you see she is coming.
And he sits in wait and watches the moon
It is setting.
Up past the stars, down underground,
Here nobodies watching.
He enters slowly, the air opens up,
Moving and stretching.
Could love be the answer, as the bush
Closes around me.
Once as a rose bud, the sky clear and sunny.
Yet here is snow, melting around her
Lips that are full open and pouting, as he
Strains to hear word's that she whispers.
He sheds many tear's over the year's,
The wind softly moaning through all the tree's,
Leaves that when green can feel everything.
Come hurry and see, I think she is coming.