Monday, January 10, 2011



Strong ancient one
Entombed in your winter
cold bars
Hold you within.

What sin
Traps you in your frigid cell?
What lies beneath
Your dark exterior?

Spring will come
Bars shatter and fall
You burst forth to majestic freedom.

Ken Goree

On my way home from snow shoeing on Saturday (1-8-11), I noticed a huge basalt cliff. The enormous boulders of dark, wet stone rose up 50 feet beside the road. Thick shining icicles hung vertically along the face of the wall. Row upon row seemed to trap the stone inside, a tomb.

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