Sept. 8, 2011
I have seen the weeping of the leafless trees
Dying of thirst and thirsting for the rain,
Parched and suffering in a lifeless breeze
In a summer of sorrow upon us once again.
How do iris and peonies survive?
To the searing heat their life-force has attuned
In the burning months when weeds alone can thrive.
The lowly grass uncaring gods have ruined
That gives no flower and no food to eat
But lays for man a carpet for his feet.