It’s rained for 47 days
But longer inside her
The ground swells in struggle
She wonders if she’ll drown
The roots and trees complain
And strength has left her arms
Earth turns mud and dam
covered in the sad monsoon
It’s rained for 48 days
But she still goes on
The crocus fight to rise
She wonders if she’ll love
The grass and earth proclaim
Her stubborn fingers write
Season turns in silent bloom
Carried by relentless spring
(c) 2004-2010 Sally Price-Tereau
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