Crone stones
croon.
They vibrate
for my bones,
waves
of deep, lasting
pleasure
here
upon the Earth,
beneath the sky,
withstanding weather…
they sing
in the warmth
in the light,
deep sweet humming
from a broad
anchored base
of joy.
Waves smooth
their ancient faces
as evolution
changes
the expression of stone.
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