WEN: 03261F
Exhibitor Name: Lauren de Vore
Division: Poetry (Adults)
Class: 01 Poetry
Three Stone Steps by Lauren de Vore Three stone steps are all that’s left Of the house that once stood In the shadow of the massive oak. Then a portal from haven To wild wood, three lone steps Now lead nowhere but up to down. Lichen-spotted, moss-mortared Into the grassy bank, they give no clue To the house builder, the stone setter, No hint what felled the house And erased all sign of habitation Beyond their own mute presence. But the oak, the ancient oak knows, And with each breeze it whispers The tale the stones cannot tell. Leaves rustle. Flying things flit Through dappled light. I listen. I hear. Ah, if only I spoke the language of trees.
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