The Yucca
The drought has lasted many weeks,
And the warmth of the celestial sphere Which should bring life now brings death As all around is cracked and drear. The gentle wind a gale does make As it hisses through dried stalks and bark. An evil grin adorns its lips As it awaits the careless spark. Yet some were made thus to survive; Somehow they live and still have breath As all around does bend and break-- A flash of green in a sea of death. D.R., Nov 4, 2016, Nature Study |
This is the poem which resulted when "a few short lines wriggled their way forth from my mind and my hand..."