Sunday, April 26, 2015

After the Storm

by Kat Comer

After the storm
cool rivers run untamed
through quiet hills
still half concealed in shadow.

Crushed grasses lie
like matted silk
in tufts along the swollen banks

where hidden fishes ring
shimmering to view
in metallic arabesques.

After the storm
valley lakes
mirror clouds
passing swiftly overhead.

The trees are moist
and soaked with light.
The air is sweet and flushed
from rain.

And the sun is washed new
against the sky.