Light After Storm

The light blue of sky
the air so fresh,
after the cleansing rains,
makes everything seem new.

The stillness of the day
after the howling winds of the storm.
Refreshes my spirit
as nothing else will.

The seasons change
and so do I
clear blue sky changing every
once in a while.

The leaves of the trees in their fall colors
of orange, yellow and red
gleam so brilliantly beneath the
pale blue sky.

1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey


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