THIRST
It's in the way the rain falls
in sharp, inexorable drops
until the world is long lines,
stitching sky to earth.
It's in the driving needles
that push hungry fawns to group
and bed beneath the drooping birch.
It's in the urge that makes them
nuzzle sodden earth, returning,
little by little, through a new washed world
in certainty and wonder
in search of tender shoots.
So true and beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteYes, beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteAnd resonating very strongly with me this morning.
I like this quite a bit Karen. Especially the way you brought sky and earth together by indicating it takes work (stitched) to keep things in their proper balance.
ReplyDeleteRain & tender shoots - it's what we all need, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteVery nice. It's been pretty rainy round these parts all week (though no fawns in the city), and you've certainly made it seem a less frustrating force of nature. :)
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