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.)

Foundations

Rock solid,
biding time,
fixated on
a future
born of
movement.

Frozen –
iced snapshots
of possibility,
immobilized by
misperceptions

Role-playing
expectations
carved from
generations
of staging.

One falters
all tumble,
lives shatter,
sink, lies
bottom out

sediment
disintegrates,
settles –
strength emerges
resurrecting

rock by rock,
precarious at first,
then gradually
re-building,
balance restored.

(Submitted for Willow Poetry’s challenge:  What Do You See, based on featured image.)