A raging, wet and raucous night evolved into a glorious dawn, <br />I walked alone with restless heart and lingered for the coming calm, <br />When eerie mist from meadow parted way, <br />Steel blue sunbeams pierced the clouds of ivory and gray. <br /> <br />Mystic light from heavens bowel, like hands, reached out to rain swept earth, <br />Delighted were the swelling buds awaiting season’s birth, <br />Waning was the chill of night and winters frosty days, <br />A rainbow cast it’s vibrant hues through last of morning’s haze. <br /> <br />Everywhere were lively scents upon the springtime breeze, <br />Winds of change had quilted marsh with fluffy cattail seeds, <br />The honeysuckle thickets teemed with butterflies in flight, <br />Dripping wet, a spider web glistened in the light. <br /> <br />Rolling thunder from afar gently murmured last good-byes, <br />From forest deep came echoed sweet a peepers lullaby, <br />Hurriedly, a swollen stream sought the distant sea, <br />From hidden perch a robin burst and sang victoriously. <br /> <br />An aged oak of noble rank lay victim to the lightning’s power, <br />Resting there, I watched as bees worked the newborn flowers, <br />When from afar came caws of crows, heavy eyes began to close, <br />Something primal welled within and made content a sullen soul. <br /> <br />It seemed but for a moment my mind had gone to dream, <br />My head upon the ragged bark encased in mossy green, <br />To scurry of a squirrel I woke in sunny midst of morn, <br />And one last drip, romantic rhythmic drip….after the storm.<br /><br />Dana Koons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-storm-12/
