Recognize the Blessings
The flowers continue to bloom
Even when they’ve been left alone.
Cool weather and rain have left things
To themselves, grow as they may
Needing no artificial rain
But growing naturally just
The same as if we were back east.
Blessings fall from heaven sometimes
But here, out west, they can be far
Between leaving earth parched and brown.
I often wonder if that makes
Us more appreciative of green
When it comes of its own or if
We just grow too weary in our
Search for water that we hardly
Notice the green at all, the green
Muted by our excessive thirst,
Our faces gaunt with such effort,
Fingers blistered and dirt caked
As we constantly hoard water
That the very air steals from us.
June 2023
About This Poem
I still have a sour taste in my mouth after the elections, but this poem reminded me that long dry spells are not uncommon where I live. The same goes for all of us. Maybe we're in a dry spell, but there are still blessings and we need to look for those. Parched mouths, or not, there is still green to be found.
No comments:
Post a Comment