How fresh is morning after rain!
Recreation of new day.
The storm has passed and washed the stain
Of yesterday away.

Clouds rolled in at darkest night.
Lightening cut through heavy air.
In the trail of blinding light
We saw what could be there.

Thunder clapped and shook the dust.
Downpour washed it into earth.
Wind blew strong with breathy lust
In billows of rebirth.

How fresh is morning after rain!
Birds take wing in sky of blue.
Vision, crystal clear again.
The path ahead, windswept and new.

Three doves on a wire.
Each in its particular place.
Three doves on a wire.
Each in its particular space.
Number Two dove sidles over.
Number One inches away.
Number Three fills the gap.
Looks like Number Two Dove
Found new love today!

An anemone is a flower that looks fragile and shy
She sits by the tulips as the days go by.
When the spring winds come and the tulips are gone.
This strong little flower lives on and on.