The Rocks Abide Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

The rocks abide.

The wind swept crags command a view.
Across the rolling countryside
Where there is always something new.
Though seasons change the rocks abide.

The greening of the land in spring
Which turns to gold beneath the sun.
Then autumn changes everything.
A colour to suit everyone.

From this vantage point I see
The spring the summer and the fall.
Then winter with its stark beauty
My favourite season of them all.

An empty world of pristine white.
All blemishes hid from my sight.

Monday,10 October 2011
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