By Barbara Weatherby
I am the rose in the desert,
withered for lack of rain.
I am the shadow in the dark
that yearns to be noticed.
I am the heart longing to love,
drowning in lost dreams.
I am the waning ember of a flame
that once brightened the night.
I am hope almost extinguished
due to paths leading nowhere.
I am the worn and weary traveler
who feels the burden of the years.
I am the dark cloud searching
for a rose to bless with rain.
Barbara Weatherby lived most of her life as a shy introvert and always had difficulty communicating with others. It was only when she and her husband and moved to the Ozarks of Arkansas that her life changed. She became so enchanted with the beauty of nature surrounding her that she wanted to express her feelings. She decided if she could not verbalize them, she would write. She then discovered that sharing her poetry was a pathway to connecting with people.