On Holding A Granite Pebble Found On The Beach Poem by Pete Crowther
On Holding A Granite Pebble Found On The Beach
How many tides
have rolled it round,
this stone I hold
warm in my hand?
Rose-pink and grey
it is, you’d say,
the sky at dawn,
or held this way,
the silver glitter
of sun on water.
Sea-washed and smooth
it seems to breathe,
familiar there
like an old friend,
or a father’s warm palm
to the hand of a child.
This is so nostalgic for me, for I like nothing better than to pick up stones or shells by the water just to see the colors and smell where they have been. Beautiful. Raynette
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5/14/2024 12:38:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful ode to a beautiful pebble.Animistically Yours, Susie.