Lynne Schilling
The Long Wait
The snow arrives first—before the heavens, like a team of brick masons—lays slabs of ice on steps, stone walls, the grill, the yard. Then the hissing wind hassles the old oaks, their skeletons clicking and cracking. Outside the bay window, twigs, clumps of snow, and bits of ice whizz by in a rush to god-knows-where.
wild wind chimes...
the ice cream truck
still far away
About the Author
While Lynne Schilling has been writing poetry on and off for forty years, she began writing it seriously four years ago at age 75. She had a long career in academic pediatric nursing. She has published in Quartet, The Alchemy Spoon, Rue Scribe, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Lucky Jefferson and others. https://lynneschillingpoetry.com/