~Storms~

after the
storms
all this
frozzen
green ground
makes me
aimble and wonder
in my mind

all my life
I've hidden
my true self away
I grew
 a second skin
so you can't
see inside

the storms
were angry
constant
they ripped
up trees
exposed
naked
on a circle
of green grass

I always
thought
it was the best time
to see everything
after a good storm

the sky
first dark gray
then angry cracked
into a
mosaic of pieces

peach
dark then light
running down
the clouds
like watercolors
turns into
streaks
of mango light against
just touching
the green black
trees

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~