Rocks

The Canadian Shield,
where rugged pines stretch,
reach for endless skies,
taking root in rocky shores.

We set boulders
in our gardens – anchors
against untimely storms,
or reminders of endurance
when all else falls away.

Even the satisfying crunch
of stones along the path
fascinate – variance of colours
and forms, like art – promising
undiscovered treasures.

(Rocks first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II, and was in response to a photo challenge.  I have edited it here.)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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