Aftermath
The storm,
Long in brewing,
Has spent itself.
In its wake
The sun emerges
To ignite the sky
In an explosion
Of amber, magenta,
Crimson, and gold.
Many of us
Who witnessed
Such stunning beauty
Are forever changed,
For we no longer dread
The aftermath
Of all life’s storms.
2011
For Those Who Realize
The Path to Joy
Often Leads Through
The Valley of Despair
Photo by Rogene Russell