Tag: Drought

Ripple

Branches, once a small bridge, lie over missing mud, lose their original meaning. Now, a hard turf sits like a soft concrete, an uneven glaze dried upon them. The branches are caked, bricks in dirt, an ancient architecture. I see the trail, in its…

Early Exit

Some leaves make an early exit.                                                       They wait for rain. More photos here.    

Palms Stain Green

    There is a roughness A quiver, that tells things The redness of spring cherries Leaves, autumn raked. Ears pick up the vibration Voices attempt to emulate But, it is the rumbling Palms search for The noise is subject to a tilt A…

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We Awaken In The New Dry Day

You are like the missing rain Only the mist has been caught in the trees A thousand kisses fall to the ground Mud has formed at my feet I am on my hands Tracing your lips   Wooden steps support me The world is…

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