After Last Night’s Storm

The morning after last night’s storm

butterflies flew among sun-lit flowers,

we gathered fallen limbs, 

squirrels leapt  between branches,

and birds returned to the feeder.

Things are different, and yet the same.



This entry was posted in poetry.

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