Waiting
The indeterminable sky -
A smattering of blues and greys
As the day grows old,
Nuanced in its denouement.
The long summer grasses
Stir and murmur
With a listless breeze
And the business of insects.
Two crows on tilted wings
Loud with endless sass,
Careen sarcastically
Over tufts of pungent yarrow.
This, suffusing
A single moment
In a sweeping tract of moments
In which I wait for you.
- kc