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After The Rain.

Resurgent greens and stronger hues

combined within the colours in-between

will spring again, the reddish brown

has nearly gone and all the silver

greys erased in darker shades

that shine with slickly natured stains

after the gentle, gentle rain.

 

Clouded skies unite and demonize

the dry and dusty plight of days of brutal

beating sun and scathing wind,

the thin veneer is quickly peeled

and puddle-swamped in bloodied muddled

swirls of coloured slushy earth

that tinge the tracks of heavy wheels.

 

The welcome cold at first conceals its

damp and chilling steel, and in the icy

shades of night the frigid bite ignites

less welcome sentiments until the wrap

of insulation seals the warming heat,

sanctifies the stolid feet and frigid toes

with subtle sweep of warming blood.

 

And in the morning when the sun returns

to claim the earth the mist surprises, rising

unabashed and clean again to grace the

nascent waiting skies after the rain.

 

by Ivan Donn Carswell. 8/16/2016.

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