In the Wilderness

Clouds, white or gray gone Not leaving a trace behind And pure azure blue skies, drown In blinding sunshine. Summer has arrived The sun beats down on the plains Mercilessly, changing life Once quite green, now pale. Yet flowers do bloom yellow accents fields gone dry Vines in red, rose and purple hues Cacti, their blooms bright. Yet the earth suffers Turned beggar, longs for water Mountains turn rusty amber River beds' dry stare. But deep underneath Thermal volcanic water A treasure is found, healing Giving courage, dream. The winds pick up speed, As the sun descends the blue Transforming the ski's appeal Orange and mauve hues. Temperatures cool down The earth is relief from scorch People come out, still look out For a sign of clouds. When at last they come Not a complain is heard, but in all their hearts, dread is gone The promise is up. By CarolineCecile Copyright © 07.09.11