Stones
As I walk
through growing dusk
cold wind blows
scattering dry leaves
stones do lie
about my feet
hidden secrets
that I could see
if I would stop
and pick one up
what hidden treasures
might I find
a geode filled
with crystals bright
glittering gems
shining bright
a fossil from
a ancient day
memory of what was
now locked away
perhaps a jewel
there might be
just waiting there
for me to find
yet in the darkness
I do not care
I walk on
do not stop to see
so many stones
have I once held
too many stones
I’ve tossed away
in growing night
as wind does chill
continue I
just on my way
perhaps in dawn
of nother day
shall I search
and treasures find
Copyright © William Kofoed | Year Posted 2022
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