First Sunday of Advent: Stones
There is stone in me that knows stone, Substance of rock that remembers the unending unending Simplicity of rest While scorching suns and ice ages Pass over rock-face swiftly as days. In the longest time of all come the rock's changes, Slowest of all rhythms, the pulsations That raise from the planet's core the mountain ranges And weather them down to sand on the sea-floor.
– from “Rock”, Kathleen Raine
Find last year’s poems here.
See Emmie’s beautiful reflection here.