Sunrise After The Storm

after the storm…
glistening lake-waves
branches coated with ice
and a crow cawing

after the storm
driftwood washes to shore
from other places…
what we let go
what we keep

This is a re-post from 3/24/2011.
My father inspired this poem.

It’s a bright sunny day.
The sky is so blue,

and the evergreens
with snow on their branches,

are dancing.

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24 thoughts on “Sunrise After The Storm

  1. Such lovely images–I love what you said about driftwood, things we keep and let go; and the evergreen branches dancing–wonderful!! God bless you today.


    1. Thank you, Margie. I remembered your father too and just went back and reread your lovely comment in response to another poem I wrote for my dad (for new readers: reposted on this blog on Dec. 10, 2011).


    1. Hi Nancy, Yes, all the places that become so much a part of us! The Great Lakes are unique.

      I wrote the Lent acrostic awhile ago and posted it in different places. Glad you found it. I’ll repeat here for others reading our comments.

      L ove
      E verlasting
      N ot
      T emporary

      Thanks again, Ellen


    1. Hi Carol, Thank you! Rhythm isn’t something that I often think of, so now I will reread and learn from your kind comment. But I do read aloud a lot, so perhaps something is translating to my writing.


  2. Great imagistic poetry. I like the first poem so much. Crows and driftwood are among my favorite symbols, especially if they are around the shore with the music of waves lapping over sand and stone.


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