“After the Storm”

Cloud                                          break                                                                                   scatters      

                                                  like           steaming                                    confetti

                                                                   (or)                                      

Simmering           humidity                                                              dissipated                    breath.      

Right on cue,                             A bird                                                     is whistling,       

                         Fresh-air dalliance,

                                           is                                              merging essences.

Clear,                            (sun-light)

                                                       hot as a gamma-ray

Blue womb                                                                                     is throbbing,

 unfiltered       portal                   o           p                        e        n                     i                   n          g.        

Secondary colors                                                            adjusting                   variegated sky

Not a cloud                                   is in sight                         

Jarrett Pitts is an American poet. His poems have appeared in Poetry Nation and The San Diego Poetry Annual. He currently lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina.