I arose to the
subtle scent of a skein
of moist desert
her
weathered brown cheeks
slightly dewed with
tears
The company of
mute
charcoal
clouds cluster
conspiring
but never consumating
the JOY of
happily wedded bliss
the fruitful mating
of
earth and heaven
RAIN.
The earth recieved
only a wet kiss
and the sky
wept
softly
Soul Survivor
February
2014
We are having a
terrible drought in the
desert southwest