The hills are brown, (no green grass is found)
Little rain has dampened our fields.
It is a dry and warm summer, this year;
While at this moment I gaze upon these dry, browning hills.
I feel, I too am dry and brown,
Drained of emotional rain
My soul feels abandoned; a slow burn
No release of colour, and vigour - as fodder for
Soul-talk, (pause) spiritual-flow (poetry?)
If these hills could talk, what would they say
Of this climate change? – drought in areas,
Excessive rain in others – countries abroad
Have too much snow, floods, storms and volcano flows!
I feel, I too have a climate crises;
How do I give fresh breath to thoughtful
Justification is a selfish state,
Surrender to external forces,
Makes it difficult to grow.
We need rain – slow, gentle, refreshing rain
- Relationship Affirmation Intimacy Natural -
Plenty of rain
to green these hills again,
to release conversational flow, hidden in my soul!
27 Feb 2015; parked in my van, Aotea, Porirua New Zealand;
looking towards brown hills. 3 April 2015 © stephen c douglas