tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27250202.post114781874900038413..comments2023-09-12T11:00:50.100-05:00Comments on Prodigal Aspersions: TexasCyn Huddlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16698496590225633741noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27250202.post-1147878224182456482006-05-17T10:03:00.000-05:002006-05-17T10:03:00.000-05:00Oh, yes, like so much of Texas when there are no r...Oh, yes, like so much of Texas when there are no rains. I hope you don't mind, Cynthia, but your haiku reminded me of a poem I wrote once for an exercise in a poetry journal (based in Texas). Here it is:<BR/><BR/>False Promises<BR/><BR/>Storm clouds gather again tonight<BR/>as they have each night for a week.<BR/>The bleak wheat ripples along<BR/>as the edge of the front tousles its heads<BR/>and approaches the west side of town.<BR/>Our trees awaken from their sullen nap<BR/>and wave to welcome the breeze<BR/>and another chance for a thunderclap.<BR/>But again, it's only a tease--<BR/>A few drops fall, leaving dark tears<BR/>in the chalky earth, not nearly enough<BR/>to deter the dust devils from dancing<BR/>across the fallow field to leer at us,<BR/>and taunt, "We fooled you again!"<BR/>Those dervishes swirl away to the east,<BR/>leading the way for the dark clouds<BR/>which also soon are out of sight.<BR/>We watch with resignation from the porch,<BR/>cooler than inside, until the night<BR/>falls, all color in the sky bled<BR/>from the sunset, a thick dusty red.<BR/>Tomorrow will be hot and dry again.Wayne Lemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18024771201561767893noreply@blogger.com