Scars of Storm

29, September, 1993

 

It is morning

The tender touch of daylight

Caresses tired limbs

The broken branches

Scattered leaves

Bear witness of the storm

That was.

 

It is not done.

 

Now is time to gather up

The broken pieces

Repair tears in walls and door.

 

Now is the time to hold and cherish

While nature heals

The scars of storm.