She lived her life dessicated,
An arid desert in the heat of summer…
Dusty sand that scours raw the skin
And the few crumbling brown plants,
dead for lack of moisture.
Then came the storms
With drops that hissed and sizzled,
And drowned the parched land
Bringing life to the xeriscape,
And hope bloomed in profusion.
*First new poem of 2018