A Precious Drought

A Precious Drought

 

Don’t cry

At least not for me

…

Let the wind blow

Long, soft and cool

…

Then pray

the rains do come

…

And wash those

tears of yours away

…

Our garden

may well be parched

…

Yet the wisteria

is weeping amethysts

…

For both

of us, my love today …

 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

love your closing lines sir! wisteria and amethyst is so glorious and bountiful .. such a gentle weeping for both your young lovers ... i like just the hint of the story that comes before .. both responsible for the parched garden .. both hurting but still respectful of one another ... so it seems to me.
E.

[Neville]

I do so like your take on my little scribble Gene ..
Many resounding thanks my friend 😊 :)