The Morning After the Storm
On the morning after, from a stormy rainy night
I sit on my stoop watching the sun grow bright
Stillness and silence deaf my ear
Silenced sounds are everywhere
Chicks peek from a hole in the tree
On a cable, the chicks parents watch; quietly
Not even the leaf's on the tree sway
Silence deadens the noise away
The hare in the grass- not once, did he hop
The dewdrops on the roses- can't even drop
A puddle rests motionless atop' my table
Mirroring the shadows of the birds on the cable
Porch'd- a rocking chair sits still and unoccupied
I'm happy the old man- has not yet died
He stares from his window all comfy and warm
Smiling, the morning after the rainy nights storm
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