CLEANSING

Rain falls, steady;

pandering, pattering,

cleansing what life

has left, the dust

and grains of being.

Leaf shines suddenly,

as if surprised,

that the residue

has been removed;

so used it had 

become, to what 

was, instead

of what might be.

How easily we do

forget, the original

Self, so ready are

we to accept the

dust and detritus,

which we have 

gathered in dry

and unforgiving 

days and nights.

Rain falls, steady;

pandering, pattering,

cleansing what life

has left, the dust

and grains of being.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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