Wednesday, June 10, 2015


like an ossuary
the stonework’s bony faces
stare into the sunlight
by the gales of time
they do not scream
for they have no voice
and their flesh
has been licked away
by tongues of rain and ice
but they speak
of longevity
and the creative
artistry of nature

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This was excellent.The boney faces do speak, don't they?