The mica in the granite
quartz, rosy or clear
jagged shards of beauty
drawing my eyes to come near
The rock of the field
formed in the stone wall
ancient and unmoving
yet yielding to the tree
The moving of the wall
ancient and unkept
covered in lichen
wondering where the years went
No longer holding in
an unused tangible border
left to the passerby
wandering through the forest
February 7, 2011
Copyright by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage.
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