The deluge ceased it’s drumming
with an instant calm
that left the air still
heavy with purple moisture
as evening drew mist
from the saturated ground.

Standing on the front porch
high upon my hill
the forest glistens with
fallen stars that the storm
brought down the trees
have eyes to gaze upon heaven

Reflected again in my eyes
a sight of glory
moves my lazy feet
to stir my only daughter
up from sleep and share
the beauty and the power

Two silhouettes stand draped
in sleeping gowns with wind
in their hair, not a word
breaks between the wonder
the magic as the
summer fairies gently dance

The forest, worn like
great jeweled, emerald gown
lies in silence distant
rumblings a remembrance
of our frailty and faith
in the seen and unseen

-Previously published 1993