The storm left at the end of the day
As the sun was setting
Behind retreating clouds
And beyond the mountain.
Winter sun shines elsewhere
The air was soggy and still
The cedar wept his scattered seeds
The bougainvillea her barrenness
But the rosemary was defiant.
The full moon rose quietly
Brushed and kissed the parasol pine
Then wrapped in a blue stray cloud
She lit the wet flagstones.
In silence she witnessed wishes
My wet eyes whispered
To Sirius and Betelgeuse
As a star vanished in the dark