whispering stream:

secret of mountains

ever to wonder

how long it may be?

to sleep with the silence;

to slip among seas.

heavenly metal:

keeper of decades,

ever to ask

when It might come?

to bowl a slick strike;

to skip stones on the sidewalk,

crackling frail hands:

lover of lands,

ever to question

which way it shall come?

to fit within oak;

to lay upon satin.

Ruth Kurowski

Ruth Kurowski

Youth Blogger, Poet