The Desert

There is a little vegetation
in the desert -
nothing consequential,
just some
nameless
unremarkable
shrubs
ordering the landscape
like infants
suckling
on an empty breast.

How I wish
instead
I could cover these
sterile sands
with life:
grass
and roots,
the slender stem
of the dandelion,
and the gifted
clover
(that eternal music
of my deeper self)

How I wish
instead
I could
spread my love
over these
hostile lands -
and like
the herald of a solstice
sow the seeds
of the harvest.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
I wrote this when things got real bad! Looking for a way out into something new.

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jazzy75
RobinsonCrusoe - beautiful poem...i live your imagesthumbs up
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