Hope Waits

The rain streaks the window pane
heavy and thick,
falls as a burden upon ears
aching to hear the turn of a key in the lock,
the scrape of leather on the wooden slats of a porch.
Its silver slick shine reflects the stillness.
Damp musty odors rise from the earth
where undisturbed it waits for footsteps
belonging to one who bears the rays of hope and life,
the very sun itself in heart and soul.
And so, time passes....

Reviews

[Jvl narasimharao]

Hope waits just like your poetry waits for the readers

[Saumya]

this was sooooooooooooo hopeful....!!!!1
very well done dear.....!!!!

[Chris]

Welcome back

[A Soap Mess Stories]

I could relate to this as I have been feeling like this. Beautiful!

[zainul]

"Rays of hope and life" offer a feeling of happiness.
Wonderful work.

[Ben Taylor]

Hey, I miss you. This is excellent. The incredible amount of imagery given to the rain, mixed in with the sadness, the waiting...you tied the two concepts together beautifully. Well written, Judy.

[Ravyne Hawke]

That is a beautiful poem, Judy. I have a special affinity for rain and do not find it as depressing as some. Sometimes sunshine depresses me. I know, weird, huh? But you did such a wonderful job here of showing that lack of luster from too much rain and the desire for sunlight to return. Love your imagery, too.

[Poetic Beauty]

When the rain pours down for too long we become depressed. It is a proven fact. the sun lightens and brightens our moods and I sometimes long for it too, even though, I love the rain and storms too.

[Graggz]

amazing write took my breath away

[Judy Ponceby]

so glad you liked it. thank you very much :)