Revival

Revival

In the 
Morning
After rain,
I go 
Again
To see
The 
Wax Privet,
Lately
Dying
In dry sun.
Now 
Coming 
Back,
Renewed.
The Earth 
Below them
Is
Black-soaked
With wet
And
New leaves
Struggle
To get
Forth
To Shade
My
Porch.
A deluge 
Or two
Served
To renew
Our
Desert
Soil,
Just as
In life
We toil
Day in
And out,
To grow
And endure
The spirits
Drought.