Thursday, June 30, 2011

A River of Stones

A small stone for the 1st of July, - cool in my pocket and polished idly between my thumb and forefinger.

Turned upside down
and inside out -
the winds of change blow fresh
and promising.

3 comments:

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

Lovely! I still pick up pretty stones. I usually put them back because (small houses)! But for a while they are lovely to have.

Barb said...

A hopeful poem, Hildred.

nonizamboni said...

Ah, a lovely, cool thought.