How must I sit and watch,
As the leaves turn golden
And fall to the ground?
Turn brown; dying; trampled;
What desire must I fight to sweep them away?
Only to be covered
In sparking, almost diamond snowflakes
Beautiful and unique; filled with joy
What patience must I exude,
As I await life’s dawning?
Watching as flowers bloom
From bud to piercing elegance;
What need must I vanquish for picking them?
How still must I lay,
Beneath the brilliant sun
In it’s light and heat?
Whilst listening to the purity of laughter,
The utter bliss, out-flowing tiny ones;
What must I do to fight the temptation to join them?
And then for it to all replay,
The leaves die.
The snow falls.
The flowers are reborn.
The heat swelters.
How long must my patience last?
How many turns of this mortal coil shall it take?
How long shall I pose for your portrait,
When I am ready to partake?
But I must sit still;
Patience, patience my dear girl!
But when does patience die,
Get covered in the snow
Never to return once more!?
©2015 V. A. Coote