reclaimed
prodding embered ground
prolongs raging and
sparks scatter,
every utterance of pain
its own salve and
ultimate cure.
green unfoldings
emerge from blackened
earth, and we,
we are
powerless.
Photo: © Narokzaad | Dreamstime.com
Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker
I could try a rain dance...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Rick. Well said.
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