A stone’s toss
from sea to beach,
where stoic women wait,
beseeching gods of stone-face
for their men’s grace.
Storm-tossed waves, deep-sea graves–
a stone’s toss
to stone-cut hearth, the fire dead.
tie spirit-treads to stony-shore–
stone-cold hearts still yearn for more.
A quadrille for dVerse, where De asks us to use the word stone. I decided to go with the season.