You stand and watch the patient rain.

Outside the wind-stained spotted glass
it filters down and settles on limbs
lifeless and dark, whitens quietly.
Months from now, after next week’s sun
adds its melt to the icy crust
beneath the groping branches,
it will finally be what the cherry needs.

The pane at left is compromised.

Years have passed since last you saw
beyond its muddled haze.
After some time, maybe soon,
you will replace the offending frame.
Until then, you stand and wait,
watch through only half a window
as winter holds its patient reign.

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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