one cold night
frost and wind
worked their way
inside a tiny hairline fracture
and separated these two
portions
of rock
~
the pine needles
gathered in and around
and the moss
threaded its way
across the space
frond by frond
until once more
the two were connected
as intimately
as one
and the
humming of the earth
and the whispering of the sky
the singing of the birds
and the chattering of the little animals
was the music
that sang the song
of their love
