The early evening dew 
crept up blades of grass 
and crawled across the rock wall 
beneath me as I waited. I waited 
for what seemed hours 
with breath short in my chest, 
rustling the autumn leaves above 
with each respiration. 
The moon 
peered low beneath wisps of clouds 
waiting as well to see if you'd really come. 
Though at your silhouette's promenade 
I'm certain, 
the stars began to shine, 
for the first time. 


jane hewey said...

this is soft and beautiful, Charity, woven with promise and sparkle. i love it.

gautami tripathy said...

What a wonderful poem....

confessing ochre is never far away

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Truly beautiful words.

Anna :o]