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

for Harold A. Borgh (1915 – 1983)

The anniversary of my father’s passing is in March.

I still remember learning as a child that “Jesus wept” (John 11: 35 KJV).

This is a photo by Karl of the Lake Michigan beach in 2011, when I wrote this poem.  Some of you may remember from my first blog, Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin.


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