putting off until . tomorrow actually . might be the best thing
it’s easy to be . told, but to see for oneself . takes work and patience
where the two roads meet . we imagine decisions . not a place to wait
as spring discovers . the trees patiently waiting . they begin their dance
wisdom is gathered . and waits to be recognized . with quiet patience
walking in a dream . light snow crunching underfoot . the trees are patient
waiting for the snow . the shovel stands patiently . with nothing to do
the search for answers . is waiting for the streetlight . after the sunrise
waking up confused . it’s best to just sit a while . ‘til something makes sense
the winter berries . disguised as food for songbirds . wait to propagate
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