Night watches with a tender eye - <br />The bare boughs of a fire tree <br />outstretched in agonies of anxious waiting; <br />For the tiny spark that shall inveigle <br />the flaming blossoms, soon to dress <br />Its shame faced nakedness, <br />In the tell-tale finery of May <br />That some shall smother <br />Writhing boughs, with blood drenched petals <br />Taunting an uncaring sky. <br /> <br />November 1955 <br /> <br />- but truly only mortals <br />are impatient... <br />Nature knows the art <br />of waiting! <br /> <br />Copyright 2008<br /><br />Lourdes Pena Goco<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/transition-16/
