Rocks Falling

Rocks falling shattered into pieces, suddenly a quick moving shadow flickers,

gliding through the trees, and I realized this spirit was tribal

a story of heartbreak and prior glory, never malicious

yet standing her ground, a firm foundation.

I wasn’t afraid, simply nodded

acknowledging the presence,

the smell of wood burning

lingering in the air,

and crow feathers descending

floating through the trees.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

24 thoughts on “Rocks Falling

  1. Funny that I should read this today. I just came back from a hike, where it looked like an entire section of the mountain had just cracked and fallen off. The heat has made our rocks crumble in ways they haven’t in … forever!

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