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Monday, March 31, 2014

Conquered by Softness


 

  
The rainfall has stopped;
But it still waits in the sky
To pour down again.




Trees tremble and shake
As the invisible force
Sweeps forward the sun.




Silhouetted trees--
Still shadows in the dark air;
Birds perch high up.




Mirrored reflection,
Rippled softly by the wind
In the mud puddle.



Stream's now a river,
Flowing into a new lake.
Sky grows darker.




A small waterfall
Pours through the forest rocks
Which cannot restrain it.




The hard steel road sign
Toppled in the moistened earth--
Conquered by softness.




The bark is peeling
From the venerable stump.
Layer by layer.




































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