My eyes are closed, mouth at the ready, lips parted, breath held, head tilted. I wait. I dream of mistletoe and your sweet kiss. Unknown lover, will you find me?
The day turns into night. My mood changes from hopeful to longing and yet still I wait. The night sounds are mysterious. Do you hear them, my unknown lover?
Autumn rains fall and the fog moves in. I find strength in my resolve to wait for you. Living things around me wither and fall to the ground, then blow away. I stand strong. I wait. Are you near?
Above me hang two cheerful leaves, fragments left over from a weed’s summer of fun. They cross their fingers for luck. They wave and stay with me, keeping the faith. They will be our mistletoe when you come to me, my unknown lover.
In this spot you will find me, and when you do, I shall welcome your kiss as if it was Spring.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.