Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

For the dverse prompt.

I have felt the weight of water, of clouds full of rain, of night sky, starless, black with cloud, of aches in the heart and the head and the bones, of all that we’ve lost, never had, still to do, the weight of the problems that nothing can solve, as heavy as ancient stones still standing, the weight of the sky on their broad backs.

Walking these spring fields
a million green blades bend
spring back unbroken.