Sun parched
And sallow
The dry grass
Sways in
Patient cadence,
Rustles like
Laughter,
Asks for nothing,
Waits for rain.
I wait for you
In this way,
Full of quiet
Longing,
Bent toward
The earth
In supplication.
#Poetry
Discussion
You take this imagery from current environment in a too hot summer, I take it, nostr:npub1dsdgn279kkzrmuxxq2v686l26k8u97hjkve342zlpqcfsqk4xtpstkl2mp ?
I take it that the "supplication" also mirrors the bending of the grass, and what is sought is refreshment, something life affirming.