Stormy skies rain free,
the landscape forever changed.
The sun merely veiled.
haiku
Weeds quickly get out of control in any soil type without care.
Fear hatches hate to
Build weapons from smallest seeds.
Fuel lies near and far.
A longing, a desire, looking for changes in the status quo.
Melancholy sigh
travels across the chasm.
Spring’s new sun burns high.
MKat Reclamations 