Magpie Tales
Willow's prompt
Give It Up
Each day the sun comes out and stays
Maybe one minute, maybe ten
Then fades away.
The clouds are unwavering in their fight to
keep her hidden.
Sometimes gray, sometimes black.
The wind is on the side of the sun.
Pushing shoving to move them to another place.
Sticking little prickles in them trying to drain them of their load.
Get it over with.
Pour out the rain, the snow.
Get it over with.
Can't you see the earth is praying, begging for sunshine.
The people are tired, discouraged.
Winter was long and harsh like a uncaring landlord
not caring there is no work or money coming in.
The earth begs for the sun, to turn things to production again.
The crops, the people themselves need you so bad.
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