The waiting is the hardest part
waiting for the sun to rise
waiting for the smoke to clear
waiting for a hand to reach out of darkness
and pull the shadow-soaked into the light
Waiting for a chance to wait some more
only this time with no help in sight
just the inevitable end to long summers
A final moment to watch the leaves turn to fire
then die
and marvel at the savage beauty of decay
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My mind is in Minneapolis tonight.
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The Light is On 
7 responses to “Waiting”
Beautiful David. “A final moment to watch the leaves turn to fire
then die
and marvel at the savage beauty of decay”. I love the imagery in this poem. Also at first looking at the picture it looked like an elongated skull and then I blew it up and saw that it was smoke. Lovely work David. I hear you had some nice hot weather in that area yesterday. I suspect your summers will continue to get warmer as are ours here in NC. Blessings to you my friend. Love 💕 Joni
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Thank you!! Yeah, we had a couple days that felt like real summer, and now today we have rain and thunderstorms. The sun will be back, though!
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🌸❤️🌺
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As if things weren’t crazy enough. How quickly civilization fades away. Definitely not a proportional response to a senseless tragedy.
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Beautifully written, like always
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Perfection, as always–and my mind too, is in Minn. You may have noticed Seattle has protesters in the street, and another protest scheduled tomorrow… My chirpy perspective has lost its song.
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Oh, that one is really nice.
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