A poem

So long without rain, the dry Earth groans and cracks
my face in sympathy feels like an arid plain..

We are all waiting, hoping, yearning for some rain.

My fig tree is dying and that is hard, it has such sweet gifts
that put me in my mind of ancient groves,

If we get a decent downpour, I hope it will recover and we
will sigh and say, that is summer anyway.

I love my fig tree.

Chris