I await You

the sea oats dance
feverishly,
as the nor'easter's presence
gets cranked up,
and I await You;

the clouds fly by,
hastily heading out to sea,
blocking the winter sun,
sending me inside,
and I await You.



November 27, 2009, for the Wifey.

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