The Stone Circle in the Woods

The Stone Circle in the Woods

No signpost, no trail, I found it alone

a ring of stone, grey flecked, overgrown

the moss didn’t speak, but I heard it clear

not with words, but something near

I stepped through the hush, into the ring

and time hung back, like it feared the thing

the trees leaned in, not to shade

but to listen close, to watch what stayed

Each stone stood like an oath unbroken

older than grief, deeper than token

I didn’t ask who set them there,

some truths are shaped from silent air.

I didn’t pray, I didn’t kneel,

I just let myself breathe and feel

the weight of a world that never lied.

still holding ground though all else died.

No fire, no light, no speech, no sound

just the circle, and me, and sacred ground

I left no mark, I took no stone

but I walked back changed, and not alone