Dry

Dry and burning

forest and brush

water less

lands parched

even the emerald green

northwest

has a thirsty

dull look this fall.

 

It started raining

just when it was

supposed to

we are the lucky ones

on the west side

of the mountains

 

Our world keeps

reeling from

natural disaster

to man made

catastrophes

birth pains

or apocalypse

 

Water

we are thirsty for

Living water

we can’t live

without this

watering

 

© 2014 Julie Clark

Advertisements
Categories: Faith, Life, mountains, Poetry, Seasons | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Post navigation

2 thoughts on “Dry

  1. My hometown is still smoked in. It’s nearly October and the fire base camp is twice the population of the town.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

%d bloggers like this: