by Linda Crate
every hue between
salt eroded rocks standing tall
with their pride and dignity
intact
one day i aspire to such strength
to stand
no matter how many problems
attempt to devour and erode me into
the image of the world
refusing to bend my knees in their
prayer
standing immortal as forever
in a timeless world
where chronos knows no end or beginning
simply kisses of light and darkness
and every hue between.
nature’s lens
mirrored in the lake
were trees
growing both vertical and horizontal
their roots discarding the rules
of gravity,
and i wondered if i could, too, bloom
here and there without limit
to be mirrored by heaven and clouds.
