I build stone circles

To watch

The sweep

Of year

The fan of rises

The arc

Of settings

The stretch

Of day

The first of May

To midsummers

Warming march

Towards the bountiful

Balance

Of fall’s

Fading light

The crunching

Crispness

Of the winter

Solstice sun

Sliding down

Perfectly

Across the

Frozen field

To pinch

The shortest day

 

I build stone circles

To plug in

My connect

With sky

Marking

Points

Year to year

I feel

Earth roll

Away with rocks

I sight

Suns bearing

Lighting the wide field

Or filtered

In this small

And sheltered grove

Of sassafras

And moss

 

I build stone circles

To show

My kids

These things

To share

With grace

And how

These marks

Of solar time

Repeat

Each year

 

I build stone circles

Because I like

Stone

Its lasting

Comfort

Warm in summer

It holds the heat

Late

Into the fall