Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 11 . . .

Donna Vorreyer lives and writes in the Chicago area where she spends her days trying to convince teenagers that words matter. Her poems have appeared in many journals, including The New York Quarterly, Boxcar Poetry Review, DMQ Review, and Literary Mama. Visit her online at

After the Storm

     by Donna Vorreyer

Clouds scribbled
their white back
and forth as if you
had tried to erase
the sky, as if you
held some grudge
against the weather
or the atmosphere
or a certain shade
of blue, as if you
could command
the horizon, as if
words once spoken
could be recalled,
as if you could
erase anything,
as if the past was
not indelible, as if.

© 2008 Donna Vorreyer