Drought and Desolation

Power to shack comes from spring

Limit reached what pump can bring,

Glass shows no rain,

Salt in park kills every tree again,

Nothing on wings in sight

Insect spray on ridge: more blight.


© April 2019 Colonialist

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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7 Responses to Drought and Desolation

  1. Sounds like the end of the earth to me, not the most cheerful Wordle Con.


  2. lessandragr says:

    Man/woman of few words – and well done! The less I have to read the better I like it – one of my goals in writing, less is more.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Excellent – I hope it is not too literal


  4. One of your best, in my opinion.


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