Ice crashing then melting
dripping then freezing
creating the cricks and cracks
jagged and smooth
of the rocks
upon which I stand.
Moss and ferns
grasses and dandelions
popping up
here and there
fighting for the water
that is hiding deep beneath the rocks.
The smoke billows in from the burning trees afar
creating a haze that surrounds the crooked haunted house
that is no longer crooked
and possibly haunt-free.
As they straightened the walls,
the ghosts had no more crooks or crannies to hide.
* Some thoughts as I sat listening, observing and reflecting on top of Pilot’s Monument in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories, Canada.*
This is very cool – would love to hear more about the haunted house! Love the idea of both the flowers and the ghosts hiding in nooks and crannies!