My poem today is my own, written in response to the terrible drought and heat we've had this summer, in Colorado and across the nation. When I visited my brother in mid-Missouri, I was shocked at the look of his property with so little moisture. People don't always have the facility to irrigate, especially when their usual weather is plentiful rain, like in Missouri. I am saddened by the plight of those who depend on moisture; the recent news about our nationwide drought is both sad and frightening for the future. Here is a reflection:
Not My Favorite Colors
Drought informs both living
this summer of 2012.
We’re competing with old records,
Edges of my lawn burn.
No matter how well the sprinkler pulses
the gulping roots rise for more,
and burn in sunshine few enjoy.
We yearn for cumulonimbus clouds.
Sometimes they appear, even darken,
but the rain so wanted is only virga,
drowning prayers a thousand feet up.
I pick cherry tomatoes from the pot
and say my thanks for the hose,
the money to pay the water bill.
I yearn for rain for the farmers,
for the crops they need to sell,
that we will need to buy.
Drought colors my summer
but only in shades of brown.