The walkway,
Smooth from years of walking down,
Unleveled;
A warm day,
A midnight rain wet the ground,
Pools remain.

Sit on side,
Gaze in, on, reflect away,
Visions hide.

The gray stones,
Smoothly reaching to the sky,
Ragged ends.

Coming storm,
Gray and black clouds flying by,
Glimpse of blue.

Winds to bend,
The few branches left so high,
Smooth and strong.

A Hovel,
Just stones, rocks, and dark ashes,
Lost to time,
Top the climb,
Away from traveled passes,
A Hovel.