Floods and Storms

Another day
Its fairness
Ripples through
Cloud, 
And freshness
In the breeze
Tousles barley
For the harvest.

Beware!
Plans are futile
Against storm and flood.
All too often
Heavens be not kind,
When summer smiles
Should warm our hearts,
We are vanquished 
By uncertain winds
And whipping tides
Harvest fields with hopes
Are dashed
And we must take fresh hold
Upon determination.

JL Juy 8 13:58