Bathed in summer sunshine
Gentle breezes stir
the stems
But above in the
golden sun
Grow an array of
perfect gems
Bathed in summer sunshine
Gentle breezes stir
the stems
But above in the
golden sun
Grow an array of
perfect gems
Pebbles smooth,
Like crude glass
Smoothed by nature
Time and tide
Its patterned form
Marbled in style
Sits comfortably
In the fingers
To be skimmed
Back to the ocean
Ice and rain
Sleet and hail
Storm and tempest
Wind and gale
The rugged rock
Cannot prevail
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...