This desert road feels lonely.
No cars are going through.
Although the storm has passed us by,
Dark clouds still dominate the sky.
I’ll have to check with you.
The land is bare about us.
Our wasteland’s freshly wet,
But there’s that rainbow still in reach.
New seedlings take a risk and teach
That we’re not over yet.
Linked to Saturday’s Image Write #4 hosted by Bekkie Sanchez.
Image by Gene Blevins of Reuters from an article by Phil Blicker.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Full of hope, just like a rainbow! I enjoyed it, Frank! Thanks for writing!
You know what happened but I’m still sorry I didn’t read this sooner. I’m just about to post the new images now. I am relieved that last week is over.
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I am glad you liked, Bekkie. I like the one with the full moon. I think I’ll see where that leads. Thanks!
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Can’t wait, Frank! I am here this week. Lol!
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