Art by Janis Dehler
Heat once again moves in,
tender shoots of daisy wilt
and search to quench a thirst
in parched loose soil.
So too my heart reaches
into depths of dry memories,
faded and frayed,
barren of sustenance.
Yet, just as the bloom turns
to reach toward the sun,
I lift my gaze to this moment,
a pulse of the possible.
The joy of breath to create.
Now, to satiate in grace.