After the Rain
I miss the pattering
of tin roof songs
of hungry skies
I miss the smell
of petrichor
of puddle dives
After the rain…
I remember times
of inward pursuits
of childhood mirth
I remember times
of cocoa and cakes
around the hearth
After the rain…
I burrow in
I bundle up
it brings to mind
the… Emberglow
After the rain…
I burrow in
I bundle up
it brings to mind
the… Emberglow
The flickering flames
that dance and mingle
wood falls to charcoal
the dance it slackens
embers burn with hope
still warming the soul
After the rain—
we see the embers glow.
