“But it is not enough to weep for our lost landscapes; we have to put our hands in the earth to make ourselves whole again. Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift.” ― Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

In the wind
a yearning hunger

exhales united in pain
gather into traveling rain. 

Storm clouds of resistance
blanketing the vulnerable.

We plant the seeds
again, again

as our grandmothers before us.

Apple trees to feed a future
we will never see.

Believing abundance

possible.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2026

Join dVerse Poet’s Pub for Open Link Night. HERE This poem was inspired by the quadrille challenge – Hunger.

Photo taken at my aunt and uncle’s home in Oregon. It was a great apple harvest that year.