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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 ~~

 

With The Coming Of Summer

With the coming of summer

The years midlife begins in earnest.

Infancy is replaced by the maturity of time,

The dead forgotten to the wake of new life,

No more is there the barrenness of winter.

Cold, gray nakedness gives way to colors multitude,

Death’s pungent odor yields to the fragrance of flora,

Rebirth is complete…for a time.

Youthful fauna take comfort in nature’s bounty

Feeding in gluttonous fervor,

Instinctively knowing it is but momentary,

With the scarcity of later year fast approaching.

What a wondrous gift is nature;

Our lives mimicking her cyclic clock,

Stages of life revealed since time began.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

An Interminable Succession

Trapped in an interminable succession,

Love, hate,

Happiness, sadness,

Joy, anger

Tolerant, intolerant,

Fear, confidence,

Belief, disbelief.

This cyclone of existence, bleeds me from the inside,

Every ounce of energy expended to maintain equilibrium.

Ups, downs,

Highs, lows,

Gravitating my emotions in tumultuous ways,

Exhausting my spirit to the soul’s core.

I am left a molten mass,

Raw nerves exposed to open air,

Sensitive to every sensation,

Yet helpless to defend.

I guess I really am human after all.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~