forms of patience

so we are waiting still for healing rain
there are no reasons for the silent air
to be so empty for the birds to stare

the sun will set soon that is very plain
each tree we look on seems so stark and bare
so we are waiting still for healing rain

the depth of winter is the height of pain
all that we know is the hard weight of care
the curdling light of which we are aware
so we are waiting still for healing rain