Stone Shadows

Seeing it through…an island frame

For decades
this house was our turning point.

Our first left turn
after arriving on the ferry.

Along the bumpy sandy road
to paradise.

An up island touchstone
and silent welcome.

When I was painting
the gabled ends
I remembered one summer
when the shingles were being replaced
on its roof.

Every time we passed by
the carpenter was hauling
another bundle of cedar.

We found out later
that she had cancer.
It didn’t slow her down.

I like to think
she drew some strength
from the rock solid
soul of that house.