Having to Wait

How I feel Autumn’s ache

of being forced to bid us “Goodbye.”

Of ceding the landscape’s rustic palette

to Winter’s overbearing, slate gray sky.

As Autumn remains dormant

slumbering under a fleece of melting snow,

waiting patiently for the moment to stir,

allowing Spring’s bounty ample time to grow.

Having endured Summer’s long, parched days

wilting from the incessant, soaring degrees,

then Autumn can burst forth once again,

regaling us with a kaleidoscope of earth-tone leaves.