
The fields in rows
orderly and clear
ready for the water
that will not come
a season of rest
stretches to dust
over years
and all is lost
beneath that unforgiving star – Caroline A. Slee
The fields in rows
orderly and clear
ready for the water
that will not come
a season of rest
stretches to dust
over years
and all is lost
beneath that unforgiving star – Caroline A. Slee