This old ground is on the move
and we have changed it
with our dreams of improvement
that humanity demands
to level mountains, harness rivers,
pump valleys to collapse
with efficiency and startling success—
then we foul our surgeries.
Beyond the road and fences,
these bare hillsides have begun to breathe
since she spent the night, whispering
upon dry leaves clinging to the last of life.
I am awakened, as if she never left,
wrapped in the soft applause of her arrival
bringing the gentle miracle of moisture
as this old ground comes back to life.
Sounds as if you’re getting some rain, John. We’ve actually had rain three times in the last week or so, maybe even a half in in total which is pretty good here.
drycrikjournal 
Sounds as if you’re getting some rain, John. We’ve actually had rain three times in the last week or so, maybe even a half in in total which is pretty good here.
janet
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That was gr8, and goes well with the picture of the “Painted Desert”. ;o)
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