Poem 1

Cool mornings,
and talks by the lake
Hiking trails
its beauty for you to take

It is strange how things change so fast
barren into blossoms
blossoms into flowers and leaves
the change gives mixed feelings
of mostly excitement and fear.

Never knowing how this place
will look the next time
my eyes grace this land

Now the buildings are empty shells
No life
Only dead carcasses of bugs
from the fading season

Soon these structures will be alive
teaming with life and laughter
card games and deep discussions

But for now,
it wait patiently
like me

Waiting for the summer
and the experiences that will follow
Oh how we both long for the life that is to come.
For the next 40 days and nights
we will
wait.