The Day is Cool

In these days I
Sit and bide my time, 
Waiting for I know not
What to begin but
It is there, in abeyance

Round the next corner, waiting
Behind the bend, smiling.
I am quiet, breath
Inheld in anticipation of its
Great and gentle gifts.

I see you there in it -
Your grin betrays you dear
One.  I bide my time here
Singing by design and
My day is cool.

Yes the day is cool with waiting,
Kicking-up its heels, waiting
For the future to steal
Over it like a drift of
Sun on mountain snow.

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