Seasons

The earth stares into dryness,
while the rain falls out of tune.
Giving and giving,
but never takes.
Instead, he bottles the truth.
Drowning familiar skeletons out of daylight,
into uncharted closets.
An offered drop of trust
is repudiated
into cracks,
too wide to fill,
as he waits patiently
for the seasons to amend.

-by A.H. Abdullah