Storm Passed
No wind,
a sudden still,
silent calm
after the storm,
the moon is full
and rising,
the skies swept
clear,
the earth open
and welcoming,
life again
to be born,
for there
an afterthought
of winds and trembling,
as the trees beckon
to the blue
and morning skies,
a blossoming dawn,
greeting the ebb
and flow of empty sands
and tides,
and along the shore
and further,
above the woodlands,
the rooftops
the early morning smokes
of wood,
earth,
and fires,
the voices of morning, tremulous
and greeting
the stretching light of morning,
a hundred gulls turn
in silver,
white,
and shimmering
joyfully skimming
the opening light
of empty skies
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