Rock Piles

Like some ancient snowman
You sit in the shallow depths.

A product of the earth
Reaches to the heavens
While keeping steady
Despite the slow, weak current.

Who made this festival art?
Like the sky and the trees
You are part of nature,
Yet you do still resemble man.

The distant cousin of Stonehedge,
A reminder of a fireplace in a log cabin.

I bow to you while I take shelter
From that to which you point.