Heart Of Stone

 

 

Impression

Brings

Here,

 In the dawn rise,

 Here,

 In the frosty still,

Here,

 

Just between—

Vineyards,

Berry farms,

Pasture and hill.

 

Here,

 Out-of-night

This blue

Drinks

From a deepened well,

 

Here,

Between

Land and sea

Between

Trail and wild,

 

To be

The glory

Of simplicity,

Is

As moments do.

 

When a sliver moon

Hangs ,

In a whitened sky

The mind tries

To remember,

The un-imaginable.

 

Branches tangle

In the marsh lei,

As wind-jangled

Waves,

Ripple

Over the pond lagoon.

 

Sleet,

Rains down

To fete

Wet earth.

 

To mat leaves

Layered

In the soft

Dearth

Of winter,

 

Stirring

Mist

Rising

In the warmth

Of a pale,

Yellow sun.

 

Trees

Crackle in the thaw.

Frozen drops

Pelt the path

At half-past dawn.

 

Lost in birdsong,

Awe ascends

When

Starlings rise

To ’whirr’

In startled swarm.

 

While crows

Perch black

Against the bark

Of an orange-jeweled

Persimmon tree.

 

And,

In my pocket

That ‘found‘,

Heart of stone,

Is red-soul

To the bone.