Mottled oval submerged near lake shore
winks at me through twinkling ripples.
I take my shoes and socks off. Ooh!
Ice water curls my toes; wets my cuffs.
as she warms
in my palm.
Stone drowses on the windowsill with the cats.
image link of Petoskey Stone at Lake Michigan here
De (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host for dVerse’ Haibun Monday. De says:
Carve us a poem out of the word stone, and make it precisely 44 words long, not counting the title.
Update: I told Jen I would find the Petoskey Stone I have and take a picture of it. Many moons ago I accidentally left it in a pocket and it got chipped up in the washing machine. Here it is, on a red bag, in the palm of my hand, and on a (dusty) shelf with some similar type doo-dads: