Every night I am watching
For the fireflies to wake up
Across the hollow and river
Where they winter along a bluff.
Every day I am waiting
For the dripping in the eaves,
The lengthening of twilight,
The greening of the leaves.
But as I watch and wait here,
The radiator purrs;
The owl hoots a warning;
The bobcat slyly stirs.
The waiting makes them sweeter –
Both the winter and the spring.
The one fills up with longing;
The other, with everything.
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