I am the hard earth
packed down by the passing time,
the tread of many
heavy feet, baked by
incessant sun through the days
of my exposure.
I hope your rain comes
to soften me, to seep in,
to loosen my joints,
to wet my dry veins,
to get my heart's blood to move
as it should once more.
February 8, 2009 10:13 AM
Hurry
6 days ago
Beautiful images, Christopher.
ReplyDeleteKaren, thank you.
ReplyDeleteas i watch the rain
ReplyDeletewater changes everything
slowly seeping in
colors brightening
hard earth softening
our hearts opening
as it should
once more
{{{Christopher}}}
Jozien, love you girl. Thank you for your gift.
ReplyDeleteOoooh.
ReplyDeleteYeah!
xxx
Beautiful, soft, wet, life giving energy. I hope for you, too.
ReplyDeleteI have what I have, am what I am. It is for now enough.
ReplyDeleteOr the springtime melt of snow might seep through frost-heaved cracks to pursuade your crusty exterior to soften from beneath?
ReplyDeleteRachel :) Living in snow country becomes you. I don't, or at least not like that. We have one good storm a season usually. The ground doesn't freeze around here. I would have a hard time comning up with Whitehorse winter images. :)
ReplyDeleteI love this one. I can see the hardend ground and the gentle rain as it slowly seeps into the earth and small tendrils of some new life push up towards the sunlight....
ReplyDelete{{{Cherie}}}
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