Monday, September 1, 2008

Gustav

Pitter
patter
the rain
scatters,

erasing
whole
cities.

Gusts
of angry
dust,

sweep
memories
away.

Blood
of the
flood,

is carried
downstream,

as the women
pray
that their
children
will be saved

from nature's
angry wrath.

1 comment:

Sayani said...

i really wonder how long will our mother earth tolerates the pain her children (read only human) are rendering on her....

very stimulating verse stacey ...
i liked them very much