Best Crones Poems

Five gray, silver, and white haired crones
Navigated slimy green stones
Like tight rope walkers
Having been summoned by the wind talkers
They crossed a shallow creek
Each feeble and weak
They entered consecrated woods
Wearing cloaks and hoods
Upon awareness of being pursued
Their minds were filled with frantic thoughts of how to...

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wicked woven words
	scattered on a Ouija board ~
		game of cagey crones...

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Cosmic Crones

Alone
beneath 
umbrella of lilacs
moonbeams

I meditate
contemplate
how infinitesimal
we are.

While 
entranced
by nature's symphony  
a revelation 

women 
are the essence of life
guardians of the Universe
spirit of heaven and earth

yesterday
         today
         ...

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Massive, ancient, maple crones 
rise from the loam.
Bereft of garments, their bark a tatter,
naked roots and limbs 
pocked by woodpeckers.
Remnants of their crowning glory, long gone;
lay supine in the jewel weeds.
Moss adheres to the maples northern face
like chin whiskers…….
and shelves of mushrooms skirt their trunks.
Aged,...

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They are aged, decrepit, seriously weird old crones Gladys said
I cannot believe they are alive, they probably should be dead
She is the kind of Alzheimer’s lady who says whatever is in her head
She is as crazy as any of the rest of us, agreed a...

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