I Bend like the reed that grows solitary. Beside the stillness of lakefront peace.
Dipping outstretched arms into cool rippling water. Kissed by the wind. when winter comes again, I huddle close beneath wind tossed leaves.
Careful, Careful, Not to break ever waiting, Longing. Biding my time for you to arrive That in your loving warmth I bask; and once more I grow kissed by Sunlight, reaching- standing tall under your love filled Eyes.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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Sensitively done, Syl, like so many of your other verses.
I, too, wait for Spring.