small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Monday, January 14, 2013

[standing stones . . .]

who put them here
these standing stones
balanced en pointe
            marking the way
            through the sleeping wood

Atlas Poetica  12, summer 2012

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for letting me dream. (Is there such a thing as a ballet production of Sleeping Beauty? That's what I keep thinking of.) Anyway, amazing how you transform rocks into graceful dancers guiding us through your sleeping wood.