And no, just in case you were wondering, I did not go that entire time and not write any poetry. However, this is the only one that I will be sharing with you...

Agitation

A single blossom on the branch
awaiting the cold
ignorant of its impending doom
glistening with dew

Flash of red, flutter of green
birds flying by
frightened off by a fear
unknown to me.

I am waiting, expectation sits heavy
it fills me
pricking the tips of my fingers
ringing in my head.

Unlike the the solitary rose, I feel it coming
the approaching end
trying to see beyond tomorrow
through the fog of Time.