Smoke stalls and fires burn still,
on a cold night.
It is dark and the frozen earth shrinks.
The flowers of frost are in full bloom.
Yet, night waits for light and frost for heat.
It is a long wait, indeed.
Winter awaits spring, just as dusk awaits dawn.
People wait for mist to clear off their lives.
While some wait to reap the seeds sown of the past.
It is nature's clock ticking away, phasing from one form to the other.
It is a long wait, indeed.
The world awaits change, unknowingly and unwillingly;
The world awaits change, for better or for worse;
For change, they say, is the only thing that was ever constant.
