Warm Stone

The wind is cold. An acclamation of weather contributes to the dead chill on a cold stone. dry no slippery slime to find on this stone. No moss covered thoughts alone. After a touch of a mental break the stone is left cracked. Openly vulnerable, but now accessible. Breath? Is it still? Can it feel? a once stone cold rock immortalized in nature's boozum. Positioned differently after the break. No more concealed nature of survival. Unfriendly, no trust, steel dead stone. Can it become warm? can it feel? heal? become. A warm Stone. broken, and lovely embraced by the land. Bare lay in waste calling this new position and armored shell home?