Monday, August 15, 2011

Thirst
















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.

5 comments:

  1. Yes, beautifully done.

    And resonating very strongly with me this morning.

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  2. 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.

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  3. Rain & tender shoots - it's what we all need, isn't it?

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  4. Very 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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