Poetry needed for two anthologies . Mountain Scene by Richard M. Grove See the full resume of Richard M. Grove. Never ending Never starting All will be the same Until things change.
Gulls wail their lament at the now decline of summer.
Now sodden, still, snow covered ground, pooled, with winter's thawing. Surrounding tree trunks, evidenced by, time crawled lichen, the markings of history, the flesh of time. THE SKIN OF TIME Time buckled and then it came to a stand still, The earth came to a jarring stop. Nothing in the universe moved, not an electron spun or star pulsed. The skin of time was pealed back to expose, the black of nothingness, and then laid back down for all to start up again.