Bone stones

best found without seeking
two lines of limestones
parallel or close enough
walked past for three decades
wooded streamside
spring head
never spoke until its time
then was there
had been there

a body's length and width
dark soil between
no bed for sugar arch
perhaps for bones
mindless recognitions
some spirit sleeps here
or passed here
cairn not to be disturbed
at least by me
i stop and leave respect

Somehow...

...it has gotten to be summer of a sort. Nothing as debauched as leaves on trees, but the first eighty degree day has arrived and passed and one of the forsythias is actually blooming. Most years none of the forsythias manage to bloom - too many warm days followed by hard frosts. With the first three quarters of April having been in dull gray wet mode, the buds have survived.