Parched

Parched

the ground

the corn

the cows

me

Rain refreshes,           

replenishes the earth

I am parched still.

Promising thunderclouds
are mere bags of wind

preaching empty words

They cover my soul with dust.

But...

He was thirsty

so I could drink

the dew of heaven,

His words of life,

and never thirst again.

Quietus

Writer's block~~I've had it for weeks. Aarrrgghh!!

But...
A delightful invasion of hummingbirds
    playing games
    dancing a ballet

    sipping nectar

    guarding territory

    accepting my presence

    just resting

Called me to enjoy the moment.