At Noon

The trees look tired.
Their leaves
have been beaten by a downpour
and they appear about ready to fall
though it is only May.
Raindrops drip from them
though the storm has passed.
Tall grasses are beaten down
and  some flowers
lay prostrate on the ground.
Mud puddles abound
on Upper Meadows Road.
The noon day sun
begins to break away the clouds
and birds are singing again.
A resurrection has begun
and by dusk
there will be a return
to what was
before the wind came up
and by tomorrow
folks will have forgotten
this quick intrusion
that blew in and out so fast —
except those of us
out walking and umbrellaless.

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