Monday, April 6, 2015

After the Storm

Again, a late night, another late post of a poem. The prompt was in the title.


After the Storm


When the wind takes a breath,
stops shaking the trees in a tantrum,
when clouds seize opportunity, scatter,
swirl and part, and the sun turns water
to steam on the rooftop, you step out
the door, tentative like tulips pounded
by the rain, lift your head, send brightness
back to the sun, to the sky.

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