After the Storm
I cringe at thought of another storm
that will uproot new plants of morning
until my roof and my home
will become more weak than my days.
But I can wish for the midnight sun
to come and glow behind the ridges
of the hills seen through clear waters
where another hope begins;
perhaps,
another tomorrow after the rain.
Sept 3, 2015
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For: Mary Oliver Rotmann
Copyright © Norma Arana | Year Posted 2015
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