Much Needed Rain

Much needed rain

Though drought it does not ease.

Standing outside gazing,

Looking skyward, thankful.

River and road become one before us

As cool muddy water rushes

To where no one knows.

We know this will not last–

Blistering heat will return to scorch our soles,

But it does not deter from this pleasantry.

Residents of desert and dwelling

Pleasure in this temporary reprieve.

Flowers dormant burst from their rocky tombs.

Living only days–

They know they are numbered

Falling prey to the vacationing solstice.

Withering to dust–

They return to the earth from whence they came.

This cycle they know oh so well.

Like the waters, all things recede

Back to the source of their creation

In hopes of reemerging one day

To grace the earth with their wondrous presence.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Beauty Fades

Beauty fades;

Stripped of color

Under unrelenting sun.

Once vibrant petals

Brown and crumble,

Scattering dust and seed

To the four winds.

A life run its course

Gives birth to the next generation

Through its death in the dawn of spring.

Never regretting,

Never questioning its fate

It gives itself unapologetically

For the propagation of their future.

As with all living things

We are here for a brief time

To live,

To spawn,

To die,

Returning to the earth

From which we came.

A cycle that has repeated itself

For eternity.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Judge, Jury, Executioner

Judge, jury, executioner,

We decide the fate of the smallest of lives,

Crickets, mice, the common house fly, the family pet

Playing god with those we deem less significant.

Who handed us the gavel?

Who gave us the plunger of the lethal injection?

Who gave us the power to determine when a life will end?

We dole out this punishment with little thought

All because we call them pests

Or we don’t want them to needlessly suffer,

But this is not our role in this world.

Shouldn’t we allow them to transition in their own time?

We all have a time,

You, me, the cricket, them mouse, the house fly, the family pet,

One that will bring the end with or without intervention,

Though not determined by our hands.

…The sanctity of life.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~