Eight small stones

1. Spring sat silent,
Winter spat in Summer's face,
Autumn grieved alone.

2. Black cloud on winter
falling toward bright Summer
as if possessed.

3. Your tears fell slowly
upon waiting, grieving heart
to heal in sighs.

4. The moment drifted
onwards through a gentle smile
to settle on me.

5. Words wilt through me,
dribble into sullen places,
denying knowledge.

6. The mind rises

Holds and

Lights the way

Through tangled

Thoughts and

Swamped emotion.

7. Dancing fears and

Creeping lives,

The mind rises

And holds

The light.

8. So often life

Feels crumpled,

Dropped;

And yet within

That crushed feeling,

Such beauty.