For too long it dribbled past her
And her thirst was left unquenched
Then the water came in overflow
But only to be taken away again
Her mind began to play games
Could the rain really be true
That coolness that warmed her so
Soaking her earth like a sponge
Looking upward at the clouds
She waited for a single drop


Without Warning: A Poem

there was no last word

just there and then gone

summer became winter

but the leaves didn’t change

a single contrary word

and our lives whisked away

clouds barely covering the sun

before the storm tore up everything

days became less recognizable

every night seemed everlasting

yet there must still be love

my last beacon, I hoped

it went up and they watched

but nothing came my way

the cold became unbearable

spring was nowhere in sight

as they left without warning