the song

one cold night

frost and wind

worked their way

inside a tiny hairline fracture

and separated these two

portions

of rock

~

the pine needles

gathered in and around

and the moss

threaded its way

across the space

frond by frond

until once more

the two were connected

as intimately

as one

and the

humming of the earth

and the whispering of the sky

the singing of the birds

and the chattering of the little animals

was the music

that sang the song

of their love