beyond the yester rain
is a mist
that stills the now
and constrains the thought
that would be loud
to merest whisper
a susser with a trailing touch
suggestion
yet not tempest
within the thickened hush
an embodiment of shiver
moves
a linger
from the storm that was
but the sun will burn
the wisps will rise
and rise
to begin again
beyond the remnant shiver
begins new day
~