In the hush of a storm's aftermath
as a silence replaces wind's rage,
when all Earth has absorbed nature's wrath
and the beast has returned to its cage,
comes a moment of sheer gratitude
for the lives which the torrents have spared.
Just an instant where hope is renewed
lets us live through the grief we have shared.
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Author Notes
The meter in this poem follows a pattern. The first, third, fifth and seventh lines have two anapestic feet followed by a trochee. The second, fourth, sixth and eighth lines each have three anapestic feet.
Thus, the meter goes:
dadaDUM dadaDUM DAduhDUM
dadaDUM dadaDUM dadaDUM.
dadaDUM dadaDUM DAduhDUM
dadaDUM dadaDUM dadaDUM.
So often I've been impressed by the attitude of a community that has been devastated by disaster, the spirit of life that continues even in the face of death and destruction. Those who are left build again, bury their dead, take care of their families, do what needs to get done. This is just my speculation about what might spark their ability to do this.
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