Desolate

The dust is blowing....again today.  The hot wind sears my flesh as though I were dancing in a pit of fire.

The earth is parched.  The trees struggle to bear new leaves, if they survived last summers wrath at all.

My little oasis stands out like a beautiful vision in the middle of hell.

Have mercy on us Mother Nature, open your skies and drench us with your tears.

by lynn

4/8/11