The Morning After the Storm

. . . Spring storms have a certain peace to them because even though they cause damage left in the aftermath of their fast moving fury,   there is a sense of peaceful relief in knowing the season of renewing growth and recovery is upon us ~ Please read "The Forces of Nature" and or  "Cherry Blossom Blizzard" directly below to understand where this comes from...thanks for reading ~

The Morning after the Storm

Forget-me- not blossoms overflow

The spring storm’s fleeting traces

spill over the dewdrop filled cups

Yesterday’s memories slowly drip

from their delicate peddles

Jeweled droplets dribbling down

onto the mist covered leaves of dawn

The flickers of the rising sun’s rays

illuminate the kaleidoscope painted faces

adorning the brightly colored Johnny jump-ups

Iridescent shining sunbeams radiate

a subtle rainbow-like sparkle

infiltrating the shady pathways and cracks;

shedding light on the passage way

through the shadow's veiled maze

where all natural rays of hope penetrate darkness

Lady bugs crawl out from the respite

of well-grounded safe harbor

Stretching tiny wings to dry

in the dazzling intermittent glimmering warmth

On this morning after the spring’s storm,

the heavens open the cumulus fluffy cotton puffs

highlighting the Forget-me-not enlightened faces

Mirroring the blue skies azure

Welcoming a poignant new day’s genesis

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