Afterglow

It's the afterglow of the rebellious sky,

bright and beautiful as itself.

It's an afterglow of the glorious fight,

of the life in it and the life-force beneath.

It's the clarity after a downpour,

it's an understanding beyond normal sight.

It's not just an evening sky,

but the one that came after thunder and hail.

It may look like a normal day,

but it's the culmination of angst and fright.

It's a sign of relief from the scorching times,

the promise of a calm and soothing night. 

It's the afterglow, 

the aftermath of the scary times.

It's a shift of pace, that gleam of light,

a ray of hope as uncertainty reigns.

It's an afterglow for all who stare,

at that big vast sky at the end of the day.