After the Storm

The trees shook everything
Loose that was dying anyway,
The dandruff is on the shoulder,
The odd fence has lost it’s pretense
Of providing artificial borders,
Water is receding
It’s so calm out
After so much howling wind
And sideways blowing rain
It is strange,
To see nature tired and fallen asleep,
But she still moves in her sleep,
Turning over once in a while,
Never completely at rest
Never completely at peace
Just dreaming of next time
And what she may do