Longing
Before the rain,
the flowers were fading,
the grass yellow,
the earth cracked open,
Expecting rain.
You suddenly came,
with lighting and thunder,
showering flowers red
and grass green.
Could you stay
to carry on the
turn of the seasons?
Would you be in the brisk fall
to turn all leaves yellow and gold
and return them to my bosom?
Would you be there in a cold winter
to blank me with snow?
And would you be in the spring drizzle
for new life to sprout in me?
I knew you would,
like what the sky
did to the earth
and the earth to the sky,
separated, but together
becoming one forever.
