Delicate Arch


Upon a rocky bed of salt

It transformed over time,

Exposed to extreme elements

Whipping winds whittled and defined.


What remains, now arched,

Statuesque, strongest of all,

Delicately balanced,

Formed.  It did not fall.


Preserved – like a passage to the past,

Sought by morning light, since days long gone,

Enduring with                                      strength and balance,

Delicate doorway                                                                 to the dawn.

©2014 A Poetic Path


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