stolid stone sentinel
from which fern
and sapling sprout
proud memento of
a tumultuous age
bearing scars of
season’s wiles on
its ruddy countenance
creased by rain
pocked by ice
lashed by wind
burnished by sun
standing as symbol
fulcrum and anchor
balancing stasis and
change on solid
base and end-
point orientation as
I pass on
my round about
your domain returning
the way I
came with questions
that abide silence
whistling in wind
at treetop sifting
light and shadow
concealing more of
what waits to
be found
Monday, May 17, 2010
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