Weathered Cracks
Weathered cracks in the stone
The seasons how they forge you so,
A barren place, yet still a home
For in your midst a flower grows.
What succuor dwells upon this wall
When round about the soil is sweet,
Yet there you cling, fearing no fall
What secrets does this crevasse keep.
Such vibrancy seems out of place
For the stone is grey and dour,
But here you show your smiling face
Here you thrive, you bloom and flower.
Winds and chance came to call
They held your fate, where you went,
Yet who'd have thought a crumbling wall
Could harbor life and nourishment.
But there you are for all to see
In resplendent isolation,
The why remains a mystery
How wondrous though... creation.
Entry for
Flower in the Crannied Wall Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish.
20/2/2020. Placed 5th.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2020
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