just waiting

Dear Diary,

Sweet colour of summer

it comes and goes.

this sudden stroke of white

this deep in the bones kind of cold

does not last longer  than a winter.

it is just a season.

it blows in and blows out,

an ever changing drift.

under it

lie the tender beginnings

of my azalea

waiting to rise and paint my landscape

with it’s own brush.

Written by: Deanne Fitzpatrick on February 13, 2012.