after a gale

After the Gale

Now that the storm has past and the tall grass
that bent with the wind has straitened up and
stands deep green ready for the sheep in pens
to come out and graze on succulence, nature
is infused with a new energy that strengthens
man and beast. Liquid silver that hangs from
from tiny leaves on prickly bushes by the road
dries for there is no place for sorrow now that
a battle has been won and yesterday is gone
and it only gets a brief mentioning in histories
many footnotes. Without tumult, life will dry
on the vine and produce ill will instead of wine.