Inner Woman Volume 2

Wetter than fog

Not quite rain

Water you can breathe

And not drown in pain

Droplets gather,

Coating every leaf

Diamonds hiding

Mother Nature’s grief

Dampness permeates

No matter my clothing

Cool sweet caress

Dry cracks receding

Cacti swell

Desert sand dampens

Buds burst, ready,

Bloom season burgeons

Renewal springs eternal

Hope grows along side

As I dance in the mist

Where love bids me abide