Dry Season

Credit image to: Angie Cramer

Where are my questions
in this dry season?
I should summon
righteous anger,
scathing social commentary,
but my mind is covered
by a coating of fine ash.
Sunburned thoughts,
scorched soles of feet
that have walked sere earth
as dead things crunch.
I can’t even summon sorrow
Do dead leaves weep in winter?
Oh let this season pass
Where is my rain?
Lethargy takes my hand
and lays me down,
“it will pass…”

1 thought on “Dry Season

  1. Jae Rose

    All time passes..that window does seem too dry and scorched to provide much of a view..a chilled drink whilst laying on the floor may quench the drought..lethargy can be a good friend at time..jae

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