Overnight, an iridescent, lime green
overwhelms hillsides and canyons
with tender leaves, feathers flushed
upon the gnarled limbs and boney twigs

of Blue Oaks pulsing with spring—
with life reborn, fresh as garden salads,
tropical pockets of overlapping greens
where armies of gray skeletons stood

anchored in the hard clay and granite
with centuries of faith in a rain.
Overnight, we are saved—believers
in storms from heaven, once again.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.