So Much Sorrow
that doesn't stop coming
Like the parched autumn
landscape
day after day of drought
Or skinny deer
in a lean mast year
wandering in search of acorns
Or tree swallows' fruitless
flights
to gather insects
in a drizzling cold
April
Like wilted September spicebushes
who wait for rain
perhaps
someday
showers will fall
and we
will be revived
once again
Your brief, sparse, poignant lines perfectly match a kind of Global sorrow so many of us are feeling. And somehow it's right and important that you put it out there, in the beautiful way that you have. Thank you, Ann.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Stephen. That means a lot. I was sitting on the back porch a couple of mornings ago and was so aware of the sorrow I was feeling and knew so many others were too. I wrote it for all of us.
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