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 ~~


Lament The Death Of Our Rivers

Lament the death of our rivers,

Mourn the toxicity of our air.

Ground once fertile, now parched

Turned desert through our own creation.

Crops wilted and brown

Turn to dust in the noon day sun.

Forests deprived of their lushness

Erode with the slightest hint of rain.

Ravenous pits left barren–

Raped of their precious innocence.

Fracking and drilling–

Consequences of looming disaster ignored.

Ceaseless development choking out nature

Exterminating both the large and the small.

Extinction of whole species despised

When confronting progress.

Denying climate change as a left-wing concoction

Though science the world over proves otherwise.

I watch as all manner of pollution and greed desecrates out world.

Those that speak out are damned as tree-huggers,

Anti-free market liberals, un-American, communists, socialists, unpatriotic.

Is not defending this planet noble?

Do we not owe this fight to our children and their children?

If we can prevent further degradation do they not deserve it?

We have witnessed this day coming,

Nature has foretold of its demise for many a generation at the hands of man

Yet we chose not to see!

Ignorance my friends is not bliss,

It is selfish and egotistical,

It is born of indifference and hate,

Its offspring is ruin and our own extinction!

For what–

A few pieces of silver,

Prestige, accolades, the ivory tower?

What good is any of this if the earth succumbs to carnage?

Take a moment to look at the grandeur of what surrounds you,

This is magnificence beyond any designs of man.

Breathe its air,

Drink of its pure waters,

Gaze with wonder upon its fertile plains,

Glorious mountains, vast and tranquil oceans,

Before it is too late,

For this is true divinity without measure.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Vision So Nearsighted

Vision so nearsighted,

Seeing only rock and sand,

Scorched earth under cloudless sky,

Beauty shrouded by its bleak exterior.

O’ but the wonder peered upon by birds,

A canvas painted by a masters hand.

Browns, blues, greens, intricate designs,

Such depth, the flowing lines,

Seemingly random from terra firma,

Showing purpose of design from above.

O’ the beauty missed with our limited perspective,

Entire lives spent seeing two steps ahead,

Ignorant of the lovely picture before us.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~



With eyes shut tight

Shuttering out distractions

While bathing in silence

Breathing becomes the world

Something so basic

So instinctual


A simple complex action

To truly hear it

To feel it

All else seems to float away

The natural world becomes white-noise

Replaced by the spiritual

Who is to say which is reality

Is not the world what we believe it to be

Our souls as integral as the air

As life sustaining as water

My thoughts float as if dreams

Drifting into consciousness then out

As quietly and softly as they appeared

Until there is nothing

Nothing but the sound of me

Blood coursing through my veins

The beat of my heart

Each breath in rhythm

Energy melding with the natural

I am one with the world


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~