Poetry / Patience

Patience

I miss you soft
A flopping blossom,
Wan and wafting
Dropping, dreary
Weary, waiting for a washing.
Dust of days
Is dry and draining
Wicks away
My petals’ wishing
Holding, hopeless
Scarcely longing.
Clouds are closing
Drizzle dripping
Like the lustre
Of your kissing,
Swells the hope
The blossom blushing
Dares again
Defies the drying.
Holds with purpose
Heeds the earnest
Petals pushing.
First unfolding
Then the stretching
Catching dew
And finally reaching.
Ruby-throated bird
Comes calling
Drinking deep
Draws out the missing
Leaves me
Blossom-soft
And blooming.