Hope

River bed carcass 

dried out by mother summer,

leaves wither to brown 

as the clouds wane thin,

and the drought rolls overhead

though in all the death  

there is always hope 

from hope blossoms succulents

which turns death to life,

nothing to something

as pigface spreads like a new dawn

so with life spreading,

and death retreating

rain starts to fall like glitter.