A cadralor quadrille for dverse, to celebrate two poem acceptances and getting back into the swing of things.
The weight of stone
Wading through meadow grass,
we walk on buttresses of stone.
Above the weighted earth,
kestrel hangs, feather-light.
That time I cried, before you turned away,
your eyes were stones.
Children collecting beach pebbles,
Written in the stars,
incandescent rocks, past and future.