The Greatest Things

I woke up in a thunderstorm

one that, with heavy eyes, I first mistook
for 
construction outside

with how it shook the house


The violence of such movement!

cold ivory light
cutting through the blinds
was still comforting

as it took the last of last season’s
long life


When I awoke again
a few hours later
all that weather had burned off
into slow and steady rain

that left the whole city 
covered
with the colors of quiet moss
and forest green