The dying grass crunches beneath bare feet
that walk a path each passing rainless week
back and forth to the yellow sprinkler hose,
in hopes at least a bit survives this drought.
Trees and shrubs blanched white begin to wilt,
a frown it seems as if they've given up
craving autumn's shades of orange and red;
blind hunger lost in sun's unending heat.
@laurie kolp
Poetry inspiration: Poets United Thursday Think Tank (hunger)
8 comments:
This just sums it up so well. Drought and trying to save the garden.
Very vivid.
So difficult to get the balance right of conserving water and looking after the garden.
I could feel the thirst of the plants.
You have captured drought splashingly!
We need to make sure the plants get water. They give so much to us.
This is a cool take on the prompt:) I love it! Poor trees!
Its a mystery to me how so many of you keep coming up with such wonderful poems on the basis of prompts! very moving.
Hi Laurie, it's a great take on the prompt, so many appetites.
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