The Waiting Poem by Jas Andrada

She stood at the place like a patient tree. The stars blinked at her lazily. The clouds walked on the sky while the moon smiled. Snow dove from the heavens like a fearless skydiver coming to his doom. The chilly smell of snow mixed with the lush greenery tickled her nose as if it was making her relax. Cold winter air hugged her tightly as she crossed her arms to shoo it. The cooing of owls kept on rocking her to sleep but she knew that she should resist. Her mind kept telling her that she’s bored and suddenly, there were two lights that looked like eyes of a horrible monster. A roaring sound filled the air as her knight in shining armour, or shining convertible as I should say, arrived.