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