A River of Stones: January 4

Their footprints crossed paths in the sand, but they never met.

For A River of Stones

I went to the beach this morning. Of all the possible observations to contribute for my "small stone" today, this one seemed most appropriate, in view of the news of the death of one of my Tuesday Poem colleagues, Harvey McQueen. I haven't been participating in Tuesday Poem very long, but through it, I came across Harvey's blog, full of thoughtful, considered posts. I will miss them.

Harvey's wife Anne has written the last post on his blog, Stoatspring. And there is a short tribute on the Tuesday Poem hub, to be followed by a longer one tomorrow.