After the Thunderstorm Night

 

Fir0002/Flagstaffotos

 

When you

look at me like that,

as if I’ve hung the paper heart moon

with artistic hands,

a lavender morning mists softly

against my skin, each cell brightening,

stretching toward a living,

growing new day.

All I want is to breathe,

to breathe in this sky of moment, deeper,

to feel each evolving hue as it rises

like milk and sugared tea on my tongue;

to hum my birdsong notes

back to you,

and your arms

of encircling sun.

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

“Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?”  -Rose Kennedy

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