Poem 5 - Waiting: Four Seasons

I watched the snow fall,
in the cold winds of winter.
He left no footstep
pressed into the deep whiteness.

The azaleas bloomed,
and I looked for him to come --
I walked through a field,
but all I found were flowers.

The summer rains came,
and I wandered through the wet.
I could not find him,
but my sandals fell apart.

Fireflies danced at night
amid the autumn grasses.
Full moon came and went,
I watched the leaves fall alone.