Sunday, June 13, 2010

after the rain

after the rain
the sweet scent of woodruff
returns grace
to the earth
after the rain
the last grains of sand
are washed from my feet
erasing the path
that brought us to this place
of mystic wonder
after the rain
i feel my roots
churn the earth
yearning for source
after the rain
with arms stretched open
the universe dances
with my soul

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