Aftermath of a Storm
Just a Sonnet
After the Storm
The earth’s at peace tonight, but I am not.
The iron grasp of heat was blown away
Upon the storm and wind, upon the spray
Of sudden rain that fell as two skies fought.
The storm was strong, and yet it brought
A blessed cool, a sweeter air, and gray
Where all was scorched to brown just yesterday.
And now all’s still, I count stars dot by dot.
So many stars are in the sky tonight–
So many stars I cannot even name–
It is no time to yield, give up the fight,
Forget the battles won, or take the blame
For losses not my own. See there, alight,
Where storms have passed and set the stars aflame.
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