a light rain is falling.
perhaps, like the trace of a breeze
it will bring a fresh spirit of peace
to a world that’s imploding.
shattered seeds scatter, soft, floating,
silent as dandelion tufts
over this particular curve of
earth, to settle after the
whispers have died away,
the sobs have sounded.
Now quicken each shell with
impossible life where death
has sought its place.
Overtake like greenshoot vines,
defiant in destruction’s face,
willing the water of too many
tears to reign deep in
the dark where, in time,
these lives will heave their
way to the light once again.
Header photograph © Jason D. Ramsey.
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