Notice they are dull now
in dry colors - powder brown
and sugared gray, subdued mahogany.
The streambed low after heat,
you turn stones over and over in your palms:
They are like a summer dreaming
left behind, warmed layers
that can seep a calm
into your hands.
When they shone and flecked the waters
with their clear to silty shapes,
evergreens leaned at the edge
and wavered across.
They keep that story deeper now
under the soft roof of the forest.