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Spring Eternal
by Scott UtleyThe raven caws three times and then the rain falls.
Heavens sky tears down with a beautiful viciousness.
Above my head, I study the layers of silt and dust on the avocado leaves.
I think this is the accumulated detritus of this past summers volcanic eruption;
a summer deadened by the horror of wars scattered without rhyme or reason
upon this pristine cobalt orb we call home;
a summer of threats against one nation or another by one nation or another;
a summer of soccer moms down on hope but high on crank cruising meth Street USA;
a summer where blacks are living more and more in their own world,
while whites are living more and more in theirs, and they never kiss anymore;
a summer of polar bears without homes,
coyotes lying motionless on the side of the road,
and giant blue whales washing up lifeless upon Californias shore.
... I confess my spine had almost fused with futility, until the rain came.
09/24/2007 Posted on 09/24/2007
Copyright © 2025 Scott Utley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/25/07 at 08:03 AM Absolutely wonderful and the way you redeem the world, and yourself, when the rain came. I only wish it were that simple. Great piece and I can tell you spent some energy on this to the reader's pleasure. |
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