After the Rain

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I step into the waning light

engulfed in scent of rain-soaked earth

as daylight edges into night.

The peepers chirp with rare delight

from nearby pond in mud immersed,

as I step into waning light.

Now hear lone mockingbird recite,

calling out his six-note verse

while day transposes into night.

I feel at one with all, in spite;

renewed in seasonal rebirth—

when I step into waning light.

Remaining rainclouds take to flight,

I watch them scatter and disperse

as daylight edges into night.

Just for a moment sun shines bright,

then slips horizon-line, submersed;

as I step into waning light

and daylight merges with the night.

© Ginny Brannan 2014