After a Thunderstorm

as the storm recedes,
the heavy sweetness
of late Spring air
washes back over
us.

trees grown heavy
with plenty
bow beneath
the great giving
sky.

a shudder of lightning
moves across the evening;
the Lover
rises and departs.

the patient Earth
has been
tempestuously,
grandly
loved,
and we
who live on it
have been
nourished
and healed

and, once again,
forgiven.

--Mr. Gobley