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

Written for my father, Harold A. Borgh,
March 24, 2011.  It’s now 30 years since
my father’s passing.

We shall meet again.

The “wood anemone” is courtesy of Paul Sherman