After The Storm

The stillness
fills with all
the sounds that
were covered
by the wind: the
slow trickle of
water seeping
between roots
gathering, dripping
from leaves, the
songs of frogs
in the field, the
lilting call of
the robin in the
and the massive
silence of the skies
still flowing with
patches of black
pierced by the stars
pulling away
from remaining
tufts of white.
I stand above
the silver outline
of my shadow
on the grass


to the earth