Waiting

Summer is ending, so begins fall

I am scared that the season will begin at all

Surrounded by people, and flinch at a call

Sit in a dark room with a chair at the wall

Should be outside with a rake and raking

Here inside at work and waiting

Home alone lying in bed

This month I lost my only friend

To a painful and abrupt end

Wake up in the morning and hear that he’s dead

Should be in the kitchen with cake that’s baking

Here inside at work and waiting.

Halloween comes with trick or treat

Or go to a party with people to meet

To creep and crawl with silent feet

And grope and fumble in darkness deep

Concentrate on something making

Here inside at work and waiting

Thanksgiving with my friendly family

November passes quite rapidly

Together with turkey, peas and tea

Advent begins in a cold grey sea

Winter is now and its breaking

I’m home inside at work and waiting

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In December the birth of the son of God

I must remember what in his life he taught

Then sort the teachings out from a dark fog

Because Christmas is love not at all macabre

The frost grows on the lawn outside this morning

At the window inside at work and waiting

Happy New Year that begins with a seven

The angels above call down from heaven

To the earth below and meadows and oceans

Like the dough that sowed and rises when leavened

The days are short and nights sedating

In the kitchen alive at work and waiting

Is the vast bleakness a harbinger of Spring

When nature sets forth its most beautiful things

That grow quietly without sounds or rings

Or move about at night under moonlight scenes

With equal days and nights the equinox brings

The time flies by without break or sating

Here at work at home and waiting