Lavender sky, a reminder only
summer days fade like this. Lingering storm
pressed in the night air. Lightening left
its ragged footprint in the broken branches.
The fallen, wood peeling, split, resemble quarrel,
rain and wind, thunder and bolt. After
the last of the storm, the sky resolves
a darkening pale, an assumption, easy
on the tops of trees, on the end of day.
After a long day, to stand outside under the sunset, after the storm, under the resolve—reassurance.