How can it be That after the wind rushes Through the trees Flinging branches into the air Like frenzied dervishes And hail pounds the deck While water courses through gutters And rushes downhill like the mighty Mississippi That the morning breaks Serene and crystalline Tree branches shimmering In the dawn The grassy hillside glimmering and green Air fresh and clean and pure The sun a different shade of bright And the world is new and welcoming again
Jean Munsee
This article appears in Holiday Gift Guide 2024.