Dry Land - Poem by Sarah Sisson
There was a glisten on brand new leaves of springtime.
Now there is dust from dry winds blowing.
The moisture has escaped the land.
All the need for replenishment…
…is neglected and forgotten.
Little specks of green still show,
on veins that do not seep.
The older trees have dry bark.
Roots exposed are tan and hard.
No shovels in the ground.
No possible penetration.
No surplus for more life.
Our landscape has wasted away.
Soon the ice will come…
…and break the one time life filled branches.
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