A Sigh of Relief
After a Scorched Season
Mama-bird rain… fat drops
Falling heavy, straight, with intent,
Not a breeze to confuse its path
Into the open mouth
Of the parched, hungry soil.
— Lynn DT Hershberger Hefferan
— July 18, 2012
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After a Scorched Season
Mama-bird rain… fat drops
Falling heavy, straight, with intent,
Not a breeze to confuse its path
Into the open mouth
Of the parched, hungry soil.
— Lynn DT Hershberger Hefferan
— July 18, 2012
July 18th, 2012 at 8:17 pm
I love that one!
We have the book of your older poems and writings in the 2nd bedroom on the shelf :-}
July 18th, 2012 at 9:56 pm
love it!
July 20th, 2012 at 10:11 pm
Love you poem…..our gardens are the same…parched