to one who waited

to one who waited
quiet as dust
hidden and pale
as peonies biding time
beneath March rains
I heard the scuttle
of your yearning
crossing the grass
beneath pale water skies
our unutterances
have left us
without bearing
and meager
as hungry
for one another
as spring buds
for a nearer sun

© Sarah Whiteley

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