After the Storm
After The Storm
Night falls harshly and the door sharply slams
on all happiness and each hopeful thought
Left with insincere smiles and a million scams
A blunt, cruel harshness is now my lot
At dawn I awake as angry gusts surge
They lurch into gales, harsh storms hades sent
Bronze, yellow, and crimson leaves soar and merge
Soaring, swirling down to rain-pelted cement
Afternoon enters cloudless, balmy and bright
Soft breezes fleet by in wafts gentle and warm
Now rising, now falling, and buoyant and light
In Elysian Fields I settle after the storm
The tumult of anguish and bitter despair
break away and drift off this glorious night
There’s a feel of pending joy in the air
as the door flings open and lets in the light
Quatrains
Written 8/22/22
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