Waiting

I stood there,

arms held high, ready to embrace.

Waiting,

for you to come back to me.

I watched the leaves change-

arms slowly dropping with every one that hit the ground.

Waiting,

for you to come back to me.

Then the cold came.

Still I stood,

statuesque,

feet frozen to the ground.

Waiting,

for you to come back to me.

The sun beat down on me.

Thawed my body with the blooming spring,

opened my heart as the crocuses peeked through the greening grass.

I drop my stiffened arms,

pry my feet from their icy trap, and

turn my face towards the sun.

It sinks below the trees,

the sky alight with purples, pinks, and oranges.

The spring air is refreshing.

and I am no longer

Waiting,

for you to come back to me.