After Storm Poem by jane heart

After Storm



Where were you when the wind broke stems and hurled stuff
like no other wind?
Were you standing against the still cliff?
Hiding blind...mixed up, lost?
Here, come here eyes wide
to the lee
and let the ginger flakes of sunset
reveal our undamaged faiths to the coming night.

After Storm
Friday, January 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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