Morning After A Rain

author: Brad Spear

posted 13 December 2009 in Poetry

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Brilliant blue in a half-cloud sky,
“Quiet air,” reflects the vane.
The world is lit by cleaner light
The morning after a rain.

Earthworms now on the surface twist,
The storm soaked tunnels their bane.
Birds can feast on the bounty found,
The morning after a rain.

Beads of wet on the leaves and stems,
That against the weight must strain,
To keep aloft and eat the light,
The morning after a rain.

The world seems fresh and made anew,
Love of life it does sustain,
With rain-soaked grass ‘neath my bare feet,
The morning after a rain.


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