Anne Leigh Parrish Writer

originally published in don’t die press


Fire eats the forest

Evergreens turn to ash

Water chokes the canyon

Slopes fall under mud

Wind inhales the neighborhood

Throws rafters to the ground


A woman gives her body out of hunger for the touch

Her private land is fertile where scattered seeds are sown


Abundance is





Until all goes wild again

And yearns only for what

The heavens coyly know