rain falls from fog
through sleeping branches
(frail, broken sticks?),
soaks with slippery ease
into soil to restore them
Note: For my friends at Yoga North as teacher training begins.
rain falls from fog
through sleeping branches
(frail, broken sticks?),
soaks with slippery ease
into soil to restore them
Note: For my friends at Yoga North as teacher training begins.
Poems from in between 
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“soaks with slippery ease”–so evocative of early spring in these parts!
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