Tonight's Poet Corner: Every Year

Every Year
by Belinda Roddie

I can fake being deaf to the storm
approaching my front porch, or I
can remember that, with every year,
there is a growing heat in the sky,

a rumbling beneath my feet, a
scent of sulfur in the soggy soil,

a tint of fear caught in my irises,
casting a slight glow upon
the dry plains that crave water,
that crave cold, that crave life.