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
Youth Blogger, Poet
