- Author: Lorraine Remer
Published on: August 24, 2015
The hills have sepia toned shades
Of browns and yellows and dotted
With the dusty green of ancient oak.
Tree branches hang limply
With dry crunchy leaves mottled
In shades of dying.
The ground beneath my feet
Is cracked and open with wisps
Of grasses and parched plants long dried out.
Around town, green lawns and lush flowering plants in front yards have
Been replaced with dry scape designs requiring little or no water.
We parse out our water on a daily basis for our basic needs.
And we wait in silent prayer and remember the lush fertile days of
Moist earth with brimming lakes and streams and abundant water for all
Living things.
Comments:
by Tina Paris
on August 29, 2015 at 1:36 PM
Wonderfully said lorraine!
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