It's been a long dry summer...
desert has encroached upon the hundredacrewood as its springs have dried up

grasses have dried up and blown away, carrying their seeds into more favorable climes and lands

once mighty trees have fallen in the gales and dried up from drought

the landscape once lush has become arid and sparse, and most of the fauna have left

bare crags where hillsides once flourished with verdure

savannahs of tall dry grass where clear pools once reflected the moon's light, instead of the sound of frogs and crickets, just the breeze rustling dry leaves

just as the tides ebb and flow
the cycles of nature rise and fall
and what was there for a season or two
suddenly is not there at all at all

at all at all at all

but life moves on in its endless dance
to the nemesis set in moira
to each a purpose and for all a time
to each a span of tempora

but lo and behold, a light on the horizon
gleams with the promise of another change in weather
is it storm clouds bringing a respite of rain
or another tempest altogether?

God, what are you doing here?
tell me it is not all in vain.
let me praise you in fat seasons and dry.
the snow and the wind, the heat and the rain.


for the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.
Blessed be the Name of the Lord!