wither without

wither without

the forests droop,
drought saps resilience—
close to home, bone-hard
ground bucks the shovel

I too, could wilt, cannot
thrive or survive without
a stream of gratitude
to water the heart
nourish my spirit
I awake before dawn
snug under covers
and thankful—
elder body still works
our sheltering home
my husband’s
bedrock kindness—
I send gratitude
outward, a cloudburst
of goodwill, prayers
and good wishes
for people I know

then wider still—hungry
children, depleted planet—
all will wither without
a torrent of gratitude

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

4 thoughts on “wither without

  1. Patrice H Garrett

    Amrita, you are on a roll. Your poems just reach out and touch me. They sooth or remind, Touch my heart and mind. Love you, Patrice

    WordWranglingWoman Sent from my iPad

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