All is quiet; the winds have subsided;
The storm’s dissonance is behind us.
Sideways rain and sleet that tore through the night
Have jeweled branches with icy shards
Of pearls that refract the pale sunlight
Demurely peeking through lightening clouds.
Nuthatches dance up and down trunks of trees;
A lone blue jay streaks down lighting on a bush.
A thin white icy wafer-like crust coats
The grass, the steps, and roadway, too,
All unbroken by footprint or tire tracks.
On this joyful morning as we celebrate
This elusive moment of momentary peace,
We pause, knowing this too will cease.
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