A Rumination on Patience.
“If he were coming in the fall,” I dreamed,
“I’d brush the summer by,
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.”
But when summer’s sum was all but spent,
And fall did not you bring,
When winter passed, I thought perhaps
To find you myself in spring.
Yet “no” was all the refrain I heard,
Summer and fall, until you felt lost.
No, not there, and no, not in Winter,
And no, not him, discovered at cost.
I did not know, as I traveled up the year,
That you traveled down, your own course making.
And you did come, just then, that June,
And now time will be ours for the spending.
Inspiration and quoted passages courtesy of Emily Dickinson, “If You Were Coming in the Fall.”