smooth river stones
grey upon grey
pile near to the roof
fire crackles beneath an ancient remnant
musical accompaniment to the coming storm
seaweed scented wood...
split pea in the pot...
the smells of childhood
little fingers once stretched to embrace
just one rock, one fossil of times gone
before seeking courage against the thunder
now loneliness laps against the sands of time
as wrinkled hands stir only memories
brushing past the rocks
of a life well lived
