Power of the Sky

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #564

Words:  sparks, sprouting, empty, breathe, sketch, damp, orbit,
        swirl, sisters, stars, art, shadows

Empty soil, parched,
unable to breathe.
The earth swirled
in shadows and dust.
Two sorrowful sisters
prayed for rain. They
had sketched out their
garden artfully, hoping
to have fresh vegetables
for Fall and Winter.
The spark had gone out
of their eyes.  Orbiting  

stars shed silver tears,
the clear skies clouded,
bursting open with rain.
By dawn, the earth was
dark chocolate–damp
and fertile.  The sisters
came outside. Their
astonished faces mirrored
those of their neighbors.
Sprouts were shooting up
like rockets.  It was 
a mysterious, happy
harvest for all.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to Power of the Sky

  1. Susi Bocks says:

    Nice job, Sarah!


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