Molly Frederick’s most recent poem to appear here was “Coming Through” (March 2018). 

In Waiting
By Molly Frederick

Sometimes,
      the innocent blue eyes
  of an afternoon sky
      conceal something white
           and wonderful.
     . . . Later,
   trees begin fashioning
                 filigreed sleeves.
Pines and firs bend,
  reciting their holiest prayers.
 And a white veil settles over
              everything.
   . . .  Abiding   —
     it makes poets of us all.