Don’t be jealous; your turn will come.
I see you over there cold & yearning for my warmth.
The shadows will keep you company while I make my way.
Patience, I will be there soon.
What I’m able to provide, many need.
I’m busy making others swoon.
Your bitterness will not stop my arrival.
I’ll make a promise to be there, early afternoon
I’ll make the frost disappear.
Your colors reappear.
I may not stay as long as you’d like
Perhaps the moon can appease you until tomorrow
Don’t be jealous; your turn will come
This was written in response to: Friday Fictioneers. The objective of Friday Fictioneers is to challenge yourself to write a 100 word story that is influenced by a single photo. If you’d like to learn more and/or participate, click on the photo prompt above.