WAITING

I came here in the summer

hot sun curling the leaves

my bags packed and ready

in the waiting room of love

.

The wind gets colder

and the leaves start to fall

my suitcases getting dusty

as they wait in the hall.

The snow is falling gently

the trees are silvery white

my belongings frosted over

waiting this long night.

Spring and sweet smelling blossoms

line the pathway to my heart,

where my bags lie in the doorway

still waiting to depart.