September 15th, 2025
by Nicole Chingosha
While I wait for spring
in the seat of my soul
with impatient faith
that stings more than it grows
surrounded by crisp, polluted air
becoming a wild woman
withdrew from the hymns
that structure my thoughts
While I wait for spring
in the meantime
inhaling ashes straight from the urn
adamantly choking my sighs
around uncomely scented atmosphere
awash are the sour burns of the sun
yearning for the rain that ripples the lake
in the mist, of morning, in the meadowlark
short days, shorter temper
in the sinking seat of my soul
as the river runs pallidly
While i wait for spring
About the Poet
Nicole Chingosha resides in Johannesburg, Gauteng, South Africa.
Read the poet's biography and Wax Poetry and Art publications
on Leanne Hunt's Artist Page.
This poem is also featured in Comet #6,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in South Africa Poetry Magazine:
Parting
by Leanne Hunt
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