[GeoffC]

the stones
the stones
connect our senses,
take us back to days of yore.
so tall they stand, so proud,
so graceful towers
what tales could they tell....
what visions they play....
come back, come back
they call.

the stones
the stones
abridge the tenses,
each henge, a guide to spirit's door.
mans due intent un-bowed,
redeeming powers
of nature's deepened well....
aligned to leys....
come back, come back
they seem to call.

the stones
the stones
break down fences,
of man's un-written law.
Mother's church endowed
to mark the hours
still proud, still tall, to chime a bell....
the changing of the days....
come back, come back
they long to call.


clock of seasons

nature's reasons.

blood of Mother congealed as stone,

once nature-chiseled

then a-pinned a-circle;

anchored deep

by man

as bridge

'tween

heathen earth

and

holy sky.

one of jasper glows in rain

as cups once flowed

at sacrifice.

woodland glades

and ancient rhymes

of spirits haven.

rising sun, or falling moon:

the stones
the stones
come hither and hence-
forth our Mother's mercurial lore
will be untold, unploughed,
and never ours'
a future only hers to foretell....
defined in virgin pathways....
come on back
no longer a distant call.

come back,
come back
she, through them, loudly calls.
mark now,
the season of cold and dark;
commence
the rite
and herald a
season of re-birth.
the stones
the stones.

the earthen sod the new;

unfold....

embrace her once a-new.