After the Storm
Watching the deer in the front yard
Tiptoeing through the wet grass.
Out from their hiding places
Now that the storm is over.
Bits of blue peeking through
Cloudy skies.
The air so fresh and clean.
The storm...nature's clean sweep,
Over for now.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2010
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