Aqua

 

Old faded flowers from the valley of bones

Scattering in dry winds

Stems swaying lazily to beat of sunlight

Roots thirsty for sweet water

Needing tender earth to enfold brittle tendrils

Brown petals with streaks of red

Strewn across bleak sands of desert death

The field dreams in mythical night visions

Of pools of water filling the gaping rock holes

Floods of delightful cool liquid

Spreading over sun drenched yellow

Fallow earth screams for release from suffering

Dust clouds erase last remains of green

Sun burns down stubble to essence

Leaving only husks of life

Birds hover like grim reapers

Circling with repetition of practiced scavengers

Their wings outstretched like God's arms

Embracing the wind with soft flapping

Gazing dumbly down

At glaring yellow waves of sand

Sky spirits sailing over mountain ridges

Vanishing behind dry jagged breasts

Of earth mother

Boom of thunder resonates

Dark clouds congregate overhead

Arcs of lightening cascade downward

Pearls of liquid float down from vault of sky

Splashing lyrically

Luscious streams of aqua stretching out

Reaching across in muddy fingers

Bathing the earth

Touching her

With moist caresses of sky‑water