Puddles



The rain strikes the sandstone

Gently and persistently.

What isn't subsumed 

Leaves puddles for

Bathing and loosening

and the creatures indulge in it.

The mist is hovering and descending 

Toward the naked trees.

They reach to receive nourishment

And fulfillment from its

Delicate hands.

All of nature is pregnant with anticipation

Ready to exhale in in ecstasies,

Flower and perfume and life. 

Droplets of life drip slowly

From branch to leaf to flower.

Opening the world

Opening each living thing.

Opening the soul

To its power.

And she joyfully receives

The life.






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