After The Storms Of Last Night
After the storms of last night, a calm surrender,
When lightning flashed and thunder roared with might,
Emerging to the porch, a moment so tender,
In the early morn, the air is pure and bright.
Pears as big as golf balls hang high
Green blueberries hang like grits
Waiting to ripen in a short by and by
As will raspberries which are hits
The garden and orchard are blessed
Give us treats all summer long
Some I can freeze or preserve at their best
Even though I am no longer strong
The earth, renewed, glistened with rain,
A symphony of droplets, a dance of delight,
Nature's canvas washed clean, free from stain,
Inhaling deeply of the perfume of morning light.
The storm may pass, but its memory lingers,
A reminder of power, of nature's grand plume,
Yet in its wake, we find beauty that lingers,
After the chaos, a tranquil, sweet bloom.
Written: 05/11/2024
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Sara Kendrick
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