Distant Thunder

"I laughed, lots" she says.

The thought nourishes my soul.

Like rain on parched land.

Teenage Conflict

Lightning strikes... Thunder.

Fire! Inferno rages.

Rain. Smoke. Embers. Ash.

Immigrants

They see the tall tree,

but miss the stream feeding it.

We get the job done.

Nature of the Job

Tending your rose bush.

Pruning the dead wood and rot.

Some thorns will draw blood.

Nature / Nurture

Tending your garden.

Build a trellis near the shoot.

The vine goes elsewhere.