Tricks of the Sun
After the storm-
a strange light descends,
bathes the world outside
in an eerie glow,
painting winter's black bark
a weird iridescent green.
The clean air hums
with frog-song.
Late afternoon sun
highlights stubborn raindrops,
clinging underneath
thin, bare branches.
Brown leaf clusters,
gracing nature's oddity-
the pin oak tree,
back-lit by the sun's zany tricks,
glow like giant orange bouquets.
I listen to the drip, plop, drip
from roof-lines and downspouts,
and my spirit soars-
invigorated, renewed,
in tune with Mother Earth.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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