Waiting

A silent postcard from

an ancient graveyard

on a gentle winter’s day

with a depth of stillness

matched only by heavy fog. 

A calming city scene melted, 

 ~ green, shining wet, cold.

A lone bench left in waiting.

“It is very strange that the years teach us patience - 

that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.”

~ Elizabeth Taylor, A Wreath of Roses