During this spell of hot and dry weather we are watering the pot plants regularly. Your Editor senses a drought. But soon the rains will come. Day 570 of the daily poems …
Drought
dried out
yellow lawns
light footfall
of crows
walking with hauteur
their halls of grass
chattering and chaffing
cooling their charcoal wings
windows are open
in your room
wide to the balcony’s
fresh breezes
you lie asleep
with laboured breathing
and little strength
to rise from your bed
and stumble
to the welcoming expanse
of air and space
Peter Ualrig Kennedy