After The Storm
Black clouds roll across a tossing sea,
Crags of energy, bolting blue to green.
Rumbling thunder shaking this very ground,
Sending poetic musings dancing to the sound.
The calm before the storm, the storm within the calm
With the sand, and sea relinquishing my all
To the brilliant fury of nature’s sweet balm.
Oh red now are my whispers,
with yellow dimples for my sighs,
ripe now am I with the unrequited joy
brought forth from these storm laden skies.
Oh happy is he…whose heart is held by the sea.
How happy I am…that this be me.
J. Allen Wilson © 2005
3-23-05 Tybee Island, GA.