Waiting and Watching Weathervanes

Imperfect petals lie in wait

For the gust to bring new life

When wasted moments of worry abate

And fading colors and muting songs no longer look me in the eye

Clear skies revealing once hidden mountain ranges

Open up, calling for me by name

Waiting and watching weathervanes for just the right moment

In any direction, I will go

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