Rain falls on a smoke leaf tree.
It cleanses the soil, the fragment of earth
I have borrowed for this life.
It comes in a deluge to schlep away
the layers of debris
from a season of brisk inevitability.
Rain falls on a smoke leaf tree.
It will take all that was buried
beneath the dormant white catacombs.
The leaves that refused to let go
and soar in uncertain winds
will find themselves reclaimed.
Rain falls on a smoke leaf tree.
Water surges forth on a quest for
the path of least resistance.
Free flowing destruction until it halts
at the barrier of intervention
where it will once again nourish the soul.
Wonderful capture ..
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