After the Storm

After the Storm

I leave the polished black waters

of resentment and greed

to walk this muddy path

strewn with fallen greens

and pink veined trillium

folded in on themselves

from the weight of a drenching rain

I walk this path again

past abandoned wildflower bouquets

to the circle of cedar

and my leaning tree

the mourning dove cries

her hollow song

simply

hear me

please

please

please

please