Monday, March 10, 2025

return to my arms

I have been waiting for you
to return to my arms
through autumn leaves
and fallen snow

the birds sing with
the arrival of spring
as I sit and wait

in the distance 
the owls hoot under stars
my heart still clings to hope


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18 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 10, 2025 at 7:27 PM

    Just beautiful. Endless hope here.

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  2. JadeLiMarch 10, 2025 at 7:34 PM

    May this patient person, who waits through seasons, be rewarded <3

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  3. Ron.March 10, 2025 at 11:09 PM

    So few things worth waiting for, but those that are...are.

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  4. Kim M. RussellMarch 11, 2025 at 3:17 AM

    I love the romance in your quadrille, Maria, and the owls hooting under stars!

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  5. seanatbobieMarch 11, 2025 at 5:52 AM

    Nice metaphor. A hooting owl has got to be a sign of hope.

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  6. brudbergMarch 11, 2025 at 2:54 PM

    The hoot of the owl is filled with so much longing.

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  7. DoraMarch 13, 2025 at 1:43 PM

    A melancholy waiting. Beautiful Q,

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  8. Yvette M CalleiroMarch 15, 2025 at 1:22 PM

    That was so beautiful, Maria! I loved it!

    Yvette M Calleiro :-)
    http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com

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  9. purplepeninportland.comMarch 16, 2025 at 7:55 PM

    Lovely and romantic!

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