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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