Poems in Igneous Form

Stacking stones

I gather my stones by the water's edge
they come home in the pockets
of jackets and sweatshirts.
Look! here's one in my jeans.

I have sat on large bleached logs
and tested their level and design.
I walk the shore
head bent down
in my ears the rattle of the tide
pushing and pulling
glass and shell and stone.

the sound of stone striking stone,
I can feel it in my teeth,
like words tumbling over my tongue

I have a plate on my table
where I keep my Stacking Stones and a basket
where like Easter eggs they wait,

speckled white on gray,
soft dove and ochre,
striped and marbled of every hue,

chosen not only for their color
but for their interest and texture
mostly for their shape -
with their cool smooth touch
quieting the mind
as I stack them one upon the other
they make me smile.

Poems in igneous form
Leeann Andrade Kelley

snow
and early morning prayers
Alger, March 9, 2009

Oh, and look, still it falls
softly
as does your mercy Lord
and white
how such peace such beauty
In such a sad stained world

oh your mercy Lord
softly let it fall

Leeann Kelley