For a Rolling`Stone

He was a rolling`stone
polished gray with the years
the rough edges of his youth
worn smooth over time

She a bird on the wing
feathers waxed by the sun
to a distinctly silver sheen
flitting from tree to tree

They met one fine day
on the sun`drenched cliff
overlooking a cobalt bay
Winter gone to spring

Where now my stone?
she sang as he pondered
Why over the edge to sea!
he said philosophically

So it was a rolling`stone
met at last his journey’s end
with the sweet kiss of a bird
to bless him on his way

“Lend me the stone strength of the past and I will lend you
The wings of the future, for I have them.” ~ Robinson Jeffers


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to For a Rolling`Stone

  1. what a lovely way to go


  2. rivrvlogr says:

    It could not end before they met, as it was meant to be.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. back to the eternal sea. Lovely Peter


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