the need for patience

the colour and thickness of the georgia clay
an orange red that sometimes seems to glow
betokens things that we can't clearly show
and that seem odd in the sharp light of day
the softness which is much harder to display
betokens that one day something will grow
though right now it just makes it hard to go
though there are stones here to mark the way
no matter how we look the sky's the frame
of what's built here and shape just how we see
the structure of our dreams evolve in time
each week observing things are not the same
we think of things that we desire will be
and set our hopes down in this faltering rhyme