From this Desert
by Robert Funderburk
A cloudless day holds no promise,
all earth etched in temporal clarity.
Night gives a glimpse of eternity,
that snow-touched land
beyond the burning stars.
Rain, my rarest friend here,
turns back demands of day,
whispers peace with its cool, grey breath.
You are the clouds, the night.
You are the rain.
Robert Funderburk was born by coal oil lamplight in a tin-roofed farmhouse near Liberty, MS. He is a graduate of LSU (1965) and was a SSgt in the USAFR (1965-1971). A retired parole officer, he lives with his wife, Barbara, on fifty acres of wilderness in Olive Branch, LA. Robert has had seventeen novels published, including one national bestseller, 20 poems accepted by various literary journals (a few yet to be published), and one short story published in Blue Moon Journal.