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 trees.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]