After The Rain The silence is only an illusion. It’s just that we do not always hear What is actually still there. The echoes of the rain, Stored in memory, Play over again as the dripping remnants Give a rhythmic tapping serenade. The chaotic winds rise and fall as they cause The rustling of leaves … Continue reading After The Rain
Just after the tree company demolished the front yard tree, I somberly examined the remaining stump and photographed it for posterity, sadly contemplating the loss as a necessary but unfortunate development. I even stood upon the stump in a defiant expression of frustration at the total destruction of a long term relationship with a lovely … Continue reading After A Tree Falls…Nature Responds
John's Consciousness 