I participated in the original I Am Waiting series with a poem titled Waiting for Greeen Mornings. https://quillfyre.ca/2014/12/14/waiting-for-green-mornings-by-carol-a-stephen-i-am-waiting-poetry-series/ And since we have all been waiting for an end to lockdowns and the virus, it seemed fitting to acknowledge the original poem but also all the things we have been waiting, and waiting, and waiting to be ours again!
I Am Still Waiting for Green Mornings
by Carol A. Stephen
I woke this morning to snow on the dwarf
spruce, small dustings on its branches, lovely
come December, but it’s April now.
Last summer was too hot for green, while autumn
was a bold blur of red, yellow, orange, until lockdown
washed all colour from the world.
I am still waiting for those green mornings, for unpremeditated
rapture, for Perpetual Wonder, and for animals to fall like rain
in a painted tangle of green in Mikhail Vrubel’s Morning.
But now, everyone runs in place; I run in circles, and we’re all
still waiting for the final “all-clear.” In the garden, lilacs are budding,
robins have returned, and along the Riverwalk, forest babies wait
for their next meal. White-tailed deer forage under the snow.
Herons, otters and mink dive in the river for fish. The ospreys are back
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