after the rain

after it rains the world is clear and calm,
a bottled fragrance, mystery everywhere,
these people walking while they stop and stare,
birds crashing into sounds that they become;
thin tyre tracks across a path do show
where some have gone before, and how the bare
light struggles past the clouds, how waters dare
to drench this earth and make its warmth be cold;
the sky and earth do touch yet, far apart,
they send soft messages through wind and grove
where elements embrace, as lovers do,
and hiding in the shadows of this cove
is youth and daring, even if the heart
keeps hesitating like a prayer – or a fool


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