Drought Ending
Tan grasses, dry chaff 'neath burning feet,
parched and brittle as I walk down
sad, withered lawns. Earth's cracked brown
tongue craving one cool drink
of reviving rain.
I note the scent
of water
on the
wind.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, June 1, 2014
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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