Waiting for the moment to head into the hills, never an easy time, some people wait with ease, others are not so comfortable.
A Fragment of the Hours
Looking at the fresh mountain snow
waiting happens, like getting older,
some pace the hours or chafe at the minutes
but tracks and climbs will always be there.
I saw him sat silently watching the sky,
waiting for spring, the river rising
with the changing season.
Waiting happens until the moment arrives.
A figure on the hill, a silhouette against the sky
and a final look back. A different kind of waiting.