After the Rain

After the Rain

Country and vista both unreal and not,
out there yet forever ephemeral,
lost now except for a warped recollection
stored in my memory.
Sound of crows, scent of pine needles
the cold, wet cloth that makes your arms sluggish
your fingers unable to grasp the beauty of the moment.



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One response to “After the Rain”

  1. john

    Truly Beautiful…
    Thanks for the Wonder

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