polished path
of pearl and jasper –
footprints gone the way
of wave
swirling spires
of ancient winters
imprint of the first
snowflake

anguished depths
of seaward canyons –
creeks are searching
still the proof
cross the meadows
through the mountains –
stormclouds ride
a steely truth

of early breath
the ocean thunders
as backwards flows
the virgin stream
life is passed
the way of reaching –
into the birth
of polished dreams

. . .