Drought

A poem about the difficulties of farm management.

Feet tread browned pastures 'neath gray colored sky

Downhill all my orchards rot into dust

Clouds blown past the peaks yield twinkling void

I look in longing where your star would shine.

I slink away home and crumble to bed

Ghost lain beside me to shorten my sleep

For life that we led and life that I live

Rose on temple lie with final farewell

Across the high mounds find heavier rains

There be unburdened our joys and sorrows.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[bela]

nice poem but i think no punctuation needed.

[Shibui]

Thanks for your input and for reading! :)