Not Today
With bending stem and shriveled leaf
another day of scorching sun
becomes an ache without relief-
a day where growth has been undone.
As baking earth converts to tomb
with thirsting roots, no fruit, no bloom
the end, its arid course has run.
But gathered clouds reveal a sign
of hope that death may not today
lay claim upon this life divine.
A trembled reach, a feeble sway
while droplets small and shy at first
then dazzle down in drenching burst-
delightful flood renews life's play.
Saraband Sonnet~
Copyright © Kris Walters | Year Posted 2010
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