you know these
trees
these stones
along the stream.
blue and grey
against
the color of a
new born sky.
you know them
all by name, by
the wisdom
of their quiet
voices,
in grief or joy,
they are
weathered wise
and like you,
they remain.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
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