Day Thirty Four: 26th August 2012

THE WAIT

Sitting silently, patiently,
Time passes, slowly,
Sun turns to shade,
Then back again,
A breeze gently rustles,
Billowy clouds cast shadows,
Voices rise, then fall,
Punctuating the still air,
Traffic ebbs and flows,
Faces float past,
Sometimes smiling,
And I wait.

The Wait: Pastel on Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

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