waiting February 18, 2024 a poet's playground, evocative muse i’m calling you i’m calling you out here in the cold i’m calling your name send a sign that i don’t call in vain let me know my voice is heard my heart is breaking my soul is aching waiting
angel’s dance floor a brisk bite of freshness the cold air that turns a nose red & cheeks pink with a slight sniffle and a light step to 1’s stride a stroll within a forest blanketed