
good to remember
when bemoaning too much rain
those who are in drought

good to remember
when bemoaning too much rain
those who are in drought

through the open arms
beyond the sparse canopy
the blue of summer

sun rising through clouds
blooms thriving on broken branch
small graces of life
somewhere in the night
cries from predator and prey
can’t tell which is mine
these short summer nights
so hard to fall asleep and
harder to wake up