Stoney Valley
Stoney Valley A glance over shoulder Reveals valleys Filled with unturned stones Resting now- Craggy watchers, once tumblers From the path ahead To the trail behind Unseen, undigested Until Until Untilled Ripe soil sheltered Where, thought fallow, Mycelium nurtures Sunless patches Waking now - As I look Away Away A way Blinding light Holds less sway. J.M. Rogers