A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
2 replies on “wait”
A poignant and reflective poem that beautifully captures the essence of dawn as a metaphor for hope, resilience, and the passage of time. The imagery and emotions evoke a profound sense of introspection. Well-crafted. 🌅🌌🕊️✨
thank you for your thoughtful consideration.
deep peace