Clouds in Spring

Dark clouds hover

on the horizon


over thirsty trees,


so damaged

they fall

like matchsticks

in light wind.

A crushing cloud

embraces me.

Drought steals Life

just as 

rejection does.

The Earth keens

for silvery

sheets of rain

to wrap her

boughs in emeralds.

I keen

to wash away

the pain.

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