You Bring Me Gifts of Stone

You Bring Me Gifts of Stone

A small white pebble
Smooth as a birds egg,
A rough dark rock
Its heart a crystal of quartz,
A flat rectangle of gravel
Striated with beaches
From eons ago,
You bring me gifts of stone.
Pebbles picked from the ground,
Bits of shiny rock that catch your eye,
Offerings from your day
To remind me of your heart,
Steady as stone.

— Kathleen G. Everett © 2012

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