After the storm
After the storm
the sun shone orange
on the sides of the large rolling clouds
now pacified and retreating
leaving in their wake
a clear western sky of cobalt blue.
And looking up
shining brilliant between the misty giants
I saw a moon with the same eastern shadow
as the earthly clouds below.
All made beautiful by the sun
that now turns to bathe
other clouds
and other skies
and leaves us
to rest.
