Gathering of Stones

Outside, the stones gathered
Into a big theatre
Got front row seating
To the show of every season
Change, so patiently.
They watch a soft blur of a bunny
The stars in strobe lights, ants and grass quick as blades
While breathing a long sigh
Bleeding mineral rain to crumble
Like dessert for the earth,
Doused with shells and secrets
Expiring inside.
8/29/2014