a crafter’s love hides
inside the vase, until cracks
let sunlight shine in

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
midwinter, pale sun
draped in white lace, the first time
I saw her naked
Ryan Stone

Spring cleaning windows
a paw print from last summer
fractures the sunlight
– Ryan Stone

How quickly the years slip past. Gone but never forgotten, old mate.