AFTER RAIN

 

 

Azure ridge after ridge unfold
into a swirl of storm clouds leaving,
as if heaven sent, wrapping hidden

peaks of scree with snow, thirty miles away
from this conflagration of cottonwoods,
willows and sycamores below. I look

up the throat of the Kaweah for a sign—
hoping, praying, as we begin again,
for grass-fat calves through spring.

 

2 responses to “AFTER RAIN

  1. I’m not sure which I like better – the poem or the photo. An abundance of riches today.

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