The Pine Barrens

Long yellow grasses stretch across a field of gravel and stone;

The serpentine landscape

SSSSSSShifting,
Dancing,
Licking scattered boulders like cat tongue.

Scales of lichen on a time worn surface, slowly reclaiming,
Unaware of their purpose…?

Grand Plan or Random Action;
To the same conclusion.

Millenniums to dust,
Return to the Beginning,
Never lush.

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Published on Sunday, August 17, 2014. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "The Pine Barrens "

A former member wrote: It's always a pleasant relief to notice the little things and how they can mean so much more than the big picture.
On Sunday, August 17, 2014, whisperingwalls (219) wrote:

enjoyed reading this piece, had depth and some wise observations.