Sunday, 1 April 2012

Thirst by Karen Nowviskie

It's in the way the rain falls
in sharp, inexorable drops

until the world is long lines,
stitching sky to earth.

It's in the driving needles
that push hungry fawns to group
and bed beneath the drooping birch.

It's in the urge that makes them
nuzzle sodden earth, returning,

little by little, through a new washed world
in certainty and wonder

in search of tender shoots.




Karen Nowviskie, West Virginia, USA

6 comments:

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Lovely fresh images.

Linda said...

A beautiful poem, Karen. Refreshing as the rain. Thank you for sharing this.

Linda said...

A beautiful poem Karen. It is as refreshing as the rain. Thank you for sharing.

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

I see the scene unfold so beautifully through your vision. This poem reads like a prayer or blessing. It brings me peace.

Nadya Avila Chant said...

This is beautiful. It's perfect throughout, but I think the greatest strength of the poem is your use of concrete modifiers. Thank you for sharing this with the world.

Lori Lipsky said...

Beautifully written.