How Long Will They Wait?

 

Frantic tree limbs wave
Pressed by the relentless wind--
Invisible beast.

 

 Blowing the sun in
The wind has parted the clouds--
Instant of glowing.

 

Furious wind chimes
Driven by the careless wind
Bang out their protest.

 

Bright and bitter cold,
Sun lights up Yerry Hill Road,
Just for a second.

 

 Blowing open shack door;
The empty hanging red swing;
Both without humans.

 

 A single brown leaf
Skates and skitters on the road;
Wind howls in the trees.

 

 The old mother log
Covered by winter blanket.
(Dreaming of the Spring?)

 

 Seed pods in winter
Puffed up and ready to go.
How long will they wait?