by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The monsoons
sweeten the bounty
of the high desert meadows.
Curious blossoms
burst out everywhere.
Green grass
carried in the bellies of horses
finally becomes enough.
Perhaps the monsoons
will not return next year.
Our earth is not a permanent habitat.
One day our sun will explode
and melt our earth.
It will not care for us forever–
like my dog knows instinctively
when I leave her in the driveway.
Perhaps I will not return.
Perhaps that means
the end of her.
fourwindowspress 
Wonderful again! Such gorgeous wisdom.
Thanks for everyone’s comments. Ethel
I perceive here a message that we do not exist forever, life is fleeting and has impact on those around us. So many concepts are touched on well within your poem Ethel!
beautifully conveys the uncertainty of impermanance… well done!
Feels sad, abandoned–but maybe I’m reading too much into it. God bless you, Ethel.
Ethel, I too felt a deep sadness within the depths of this poem, but was drawn to its melancholy. It’s a beautifully written poem that really makes one stop to ponder how fragile life on this earth plane really is. Very well done. (((Hugs))) ~ Julie
These are all nice comments, Thank you. Ethel
This poem speaks of something that is very dear to my heart and it is so beautifully written.
Gave me goosebumps! A good reminder that we mustn’t take this earth for granted. Even Gaia will end her nurturing someday, and we must do all we can to preserve her – while we can. A beautiful and stunning poem!
we none of us can see around a corner or into the future and we have to take a lot on just fate! xx
Wow, Thomas, that’s a dark view of a good thing! Not that I blame a poet for such a vision… I guess I’ve written a few dark poems too. With your skill, though, it is authentic. That makes it even darker.
Take care of that dog!
Opps (he said like a certain politician)… sorry Ethel… gave credit to the wrong poet!
Amazingly beautiful, and so well written. The ending is so dark – I love it! Thank you for sharing this with us.
Wonderful taste of the good, green life we enjoy, gradually shaded with dark awareness of our own temporal existence – brought to a perfect analogy to conclude. Impressive!
Your dog is wiser than most of us humans Ethel.
She instinctively knows that all things are impermanent.
We, on the other hand, have a tendency to take things for granted, to become complacent – in all things, not just our relationship with the Earth.
My sobriety endures because I do it ‘one day at a time’
David
Your dog knows you might not return in the flesh, but she knows of your love for her. Should the sun,moon, and stars implode/explode/rearrange–whatever, God is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow!
This is such a reflective write about our planet, but I love the way you give us such a down -to-earth example of what you are saying – your dog in the driveway – it’s lovely.
Christine
Earth is our one and only home…
Life is all about impermanence – and yet we crave permanence. Astute observation about our canine friends, Ethel
This is so beautiful, Ethel…especially touched by the last stanza…your dog in the driveway and in the moment of your leaving…
This fragile mystery – in plain view yet discounted in our vanity.