Loneliness
I
am
waiting,
December
evincing cruelty,
shivering in isolation,
a gray sky reflecting a bare tree in a black pond.
I
am
waiting,
teetering
on the edge of doubt,
one sock on, one sock off, freezing
in your absence but yearning for love's encumbrances.
I
am
waiting,
mouse-anxious,
furtively behind
shadows of a half open door,
hoping you will find in me the promise of springtime.
I
am
waiting
for your warmth,
your body near mine
like May budding in blue and rose.
I am waiting for loneliness to succumb to hope.
