After a Storm
The day after a storm
shades the skies in blackness,
shoutings of rain subside
in the blueness of day
where puffy clouds reside.
The day after a storm
quenches the scorched, sere earth,
clamor of birds is heard –
a chaotic chorale –
theater of absurd
The day after a storm
betrays the Southern sun,
the sad bruises hidden
in amorphous phases
peeking through, unbidden.
The day after a storm,
smectic layers emerge
iridescent yet clear,
suffusing the soulful,
coaxing Sol to appear.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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