Collection
After the Rain.
Cycles of falling and blooming, loss and renewal
13 poems
Leaves fall but flowers grow. A blossom drops from its branch and glows brighter on the ground. These poems trace the rhythm of the natural year—and the human one—where every ending seeds a beginning. They are not naive about loss, but they insist on what comes after: the rainbow, the spring, the quiet proof that the world knows how to begin again.
The leaves fell
Seasonal juxtaposition — death and bloom in the same breath. Cyclical renewal in miniature.
Colors After Rain
Rainbow as personal metaphor. Hardship washes away the dull; vibrancy follows.
A rainbow comes
Personification of the earth smiling. A rainbow reverses time, restoring the wonder of childhood sight.
The Rainbow colors
A rainbow as emotional spectrum. The full range of feeling compressed into a single breath.
Flower fell
Reversal of expectation. A blossom falls from its branch and glows brighter among the rocks.
And Just Like That
Spring personified as singer. Seasonal rebirth compressed into a single snap of arrival.
The seasons changed
Direct address to a changing landscape. Autumn color becomes visible wisdom rather than loss.
Autumn red
Synesthesia of color and sound. Autumn sings in crimson, then exits without encore.
The clouds parted
Weather as emotional sequence. The clouds part, the sun appears, and joy demands to be voiced aloud.
Another day
Sunrise triggers imagination. The external event becomes an internal spark.
Night falls
Gratitude compressed to its smallest possible form. Night as punctuation, not ending.
In their bouquet
Juxtaposition of togetherness and isolation. Flowers gleam in the bouquet; alone, they dim.
My how
Growth redefined through gardening metaphor. Height dismissed; seeds sown are the true measure.