Afterwards (the still life of trees)

Send us Fan MailAfterwards (the still life of trees)After the rain, I walked finding home in the hidden dark, the lane was empty, the houses silent, their windows shut, trees dripped in front gardens, noddingin the shadows of streetlights as I walked, quietly, slowly, into the past. The earth, at last,had exhaled, the thunder had cleared the evening skies, the dream, of rain simply,no more, just a fragrance a scent simple, and complex, light and dancing,  in the heaviness, the storm passed press of a sleeping, slumbering,fertile earth. And as I followed the curve, the bend of an old country lane, the moon was there, hanging, a lantern, through the chaperoning whispers of the forgotten wind, the gentle conversations of a thousand,a thousand-thousand leaves, I waited,for the truth of the evening,rested, in the beckoning hands and the trembling of multitudes the still lifeof [email protected]