Stonehenge by Herb Kauderer

Herb Kauderer

An unaccountable occurrence.

It was cold and sunny
at Stonehenge.
100 feet away
by rope-bound rubber paths
we shuffled with the crowd
while clouds moved in
and covered the sun.

Rain spattered stones
and wet
the green lichen
that masquerades as grass.

Cold wind blew
turning rain to snow and hail.
Elements hammered
at autonomous stones

while humans longed to press
against the ancient shelter, until
the phenomenon passed
and the cold wind
took the clouds away

leaving us again
in frigid sunshine.


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