Tag Archives: A River of Stones

  For A River of Stones http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com/ How often do I really see what I am looking at? Elizabeth Crawford  1/22/11

  For A River of Stones http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com/ Moon woke me very early this morning, peeking through window, streaming past straight-edged blinds. Elizabeth Crawford  1/21/11

  For A River of Stones http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com/ New Beginnings Small fledgling teeters at edge of only world it has ever known. Feathers flutter with wind of hope mingled with fear, knowing it takes  but one bit of movement… Elizabeth Crawford  1/20/11

  For A River of Stones http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com Much knowledge comes slowly, one small step at a time, while other knowledge comes in one swift slashing moment of enlightenment. Elizabeth Crawford  1/19/11

For A River of Stones http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com/ The Hermit wants to be alone. The Prophet needs a listening audience. The Poet sits between these two, dreaming of gray wooly clouds hunkering down to warm the earth, while shedding snow. Elizabeth Crawford  … Continue reading →

For A River of Stones http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com/ Sometimes a poem is so alive, one can feel it flutter in the palm of a hand writing it. Elizabeth Crawford  1/13/11