I Await Like A Weather- Beaten Statue Poem by john o'connell

I Await Like A Weather- Beaten Statue



I await
like a weather-beaten statue
for impregnation.

No angel of annunciation
dares to haunt
the sadness
of my dark corner.

Outside
a mountain-ash in blossom
looks forward to bearing
it's fruit of red berries.

I have difficulty in looking that far ahead.

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