Thursday, October 13, 2011

Famished by the Sun

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)


Wendy said...

This just sums it up so well. Drought and trying to save the garden.

Unknown said...

Very vivid.

Tino said...

So difficult to get the balance right of conserving water and looking after the garden.

I could feel the thirst of the plants.

Mary said...

You have captured drought splashingly!

Philip Thrift said...

We need to make sure the plants get water. They give so much to us.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is a cool take on the prompt:) I love it! Poor trees!

Abin Chakraborty said...

Its a mystery to me how so many of you keep coming up with such wonderful poems on the basis of prompts! very moving.

rch said...

Hi Laurie, it's a great take on the prompt, so many appetites.