Linda Conroy
Afterglow
After yesterday's flash storm
the winds fall still. No sound
but gray ocean's muted roar.
No herring gulls in sight, only
a small flock of sanderlings,
patient as they watch faint sun
glint on the weakened waves.
Patches of blue sky appear,
as we, like straggling children,
gather freshly-spread debris,
driftwood washed smooth
as new born limbs. Wet strands
of weed, of eelgrass, trailing,
scribing symbols at low tide
where summer is forever
here, just beyond sunrise.
Bio
Linda Conroy, a retired social worker, likes to write about the complexities of human nature and our connection to the natural world. Her poems have appeared in various journals and anthologies. She is the author of two poetry collections, Ordinary Signs and Familiar Sky.