After a storm,
the earth bathed in light,
clouds float in bright skies;
tiger lilies pulse on a breeze.
Lawns humming with mowers,
mountains unfurl royal ribbons,
poplars catch sunrays'
after the storm.
Plants popping up in gardens,
raindrops glitter on grass,
Hyatt-Mill Creek murmurs;
the earth bathed in light.
A time to rejoice,
fog lifts from Brasstown Valley,
the windchimes ringing;
clouds float in bright skies.
By the little river,
a Monarch butterfly
dips down and touches
tiger lilies pulsing on a breeze.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
