The Lost Country

Fall 2014 • Vol. 3, No. 1

issn 2326-5310 (online)

No Moss

By Margaret Hawke

This work was published in the Fall 2014 issue of The Lost Country. You may purchase a copy of this issue from us or, if you prefer, from Amazon.

A rolling stone tumbles,
Sound gone, its path disappears.
No furrowed trail
Remains to mark the journey.

A flat stone thrown
Skips across the still lake
Ripples marking its trail.
Glasslike water returns
To leave no trace.

Bubbles blown
Shine briefly
In the bright sun
Lovely, transient, gone.

An eagle casts a shadow
Upon the mountain side
In a moment’s whisper
No longer there.

The rainbow blooms
After a summer storm
And the afterglow lives
Forever in the heart.
Gone, but never forgotten.