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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

"After A Night's Storm" (a poem)

Step down the crooked sidewalk
The morning after a night's storm
And breathe in the floral serenity
That has taken precious form.

The damp and fragrant, misty air
Awash of yesterday's pace
Stands still and full of future's promise
Like an ethereal suitcase.

Houses, all sleeping, rest sound and still
Under cumulus clouds, cool and dark
And the dimmed morning light from above
Colors gardens, damp green leaves, and brown bark.

The morning after a night of rain
Is among my favorites moments of life
Because it heals, reveals, and shows us the way
And brings growth from the prior day's strife.



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