In Waiting

DSCN0893After the fall,
The frost that leaves
Plump buds
Soggy and lifeless,
After the wind
That strips
The last remaining
After the glimpses
Of green spring shoots,
After the hullaballoo,
The birds’ chorusing,
After all this
The garden lies
In waiting.
Waiting for what?
Of a new beginning,
An advent,
A new birth,
Or an armageddon?
The garden lies
In waiting,
In waiting.

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