WAITING

The sun on horizon low, a summer haze,

like pine resin, in golden glaze.
My gaze on the dusty lone track,
Hoping you will be coming back.

The swallows chirps a melancholy tune,
beneath the reddish yellow afternoon.
Remember those blooms, rain so sweet,
when muddy paths caressed your feet?

The leaves turn into a canvas red,
as autumn winds blew overhead.
The air grew dry, a chilly cold bite,
and falling leaf dims hope's light.

I remember winter, cold and stark,
A frozen landscape, day and dark.
Will snowfall keep you far away,
Or will you come on a sunny day?

The fireflies dance, a flickering gleam,
my long lonely watch, a waking dream.
I wait and watch every passing year,
And reminisce softly, "Are you near?"