Our first rains in three months fall on the charcoaled remains of the bushfires, and so the cycle begins again.


Liquid Life



Soothing sounds on a tin roof
Never quite so welcome
As the first rains in months
Drizzle down dusty drains
Bringing relief in tiny droplets
Creating dark circles in the clay
Parched plants appear poised
To receive their long awaited share
Pure liquid of life falls from the sky
Like mana from the heavens
Blackened trees from fires gone by
Like ashen martyred mothers
Harbour new growth in their shadows
The rain too late to save them
But they play their part
In bringing life anew




Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-03-25 at 02:17

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melanie sue
Really good stuff, Rachel, and a pleasure to read!
2009-03-25