Waiting
nature, love, waiting on love, beauty, spring, seasons
Something beautiful in the air,
As out the window I stare.
A crooked beauty in the trees,
A whistling briskness in the breeze.
Hanging instruments dance a broken song,
Promises spring shalt be long.
A cleansing cold touches my heart,
Two seasons falling apart. ~c.l.l./Fatima Amal (2016)