This poem was written in January, 2014, when our drought in Three Rivers, CA, had been very, very bad. It was a day of Earth joy.

THE RIVER SINGS AGAIN
©Betty Luceigh, 1/31/2014

The river sings again this day,
near-silenced by drought
into whispering trickles.

Rain, baptizing the land anew,
flows, gently as a love song,
to reunite among river rocks
and clothe their recent nakedness.

Windblown dust rinsed to ground,
droplets now cling to branch and blade,
twinkling their hallelujahs,
chorusing with the river’s song.

And I participate in this wetness
of the Earth’s rejoicing,
a heart applauding
as the river sings again.