Drought
Contributed by Katherine Baker
That prying, drying
heat does curse,
laments the earth,
expecting worse.
Arise the dying
waters, stir,
the lakes and streams
and rivers as were.
Respond, please pond,
which is no more,
and tell the lore
of times before.
Awake the sake
of thirsty falls,
so far away
from which it calls.
Emerge the surge
and wrong the fear,
earth longs to hear,
those heavy tears.
Brief not this fate
of no relief,
moisture of late,
comes from deep grief.