Poetry: After the Storm

Posted: May 24, 2015 in Uncategorized
  • Mortal in barefeet, with grass between muddy toes, captures drenched images, after the storm. A grateful Oak is bows to nature for replentishment of branches heavy laden with droplets of rainwater on leaves. Thirst quenched, they multiply — Acorns will follow with more Oaks to replace numbers that mortal predecissors have mercilessly cut: All in the name of development. Nature watches and redefines to care for her own. Trees, green moss, mushrooms, living creatures, and the air breathed.
    After the storm
    Copyright © wynsharp 2015

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    1. Spoken from a Southern puddle wader.

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