By a mountain lake
Naked limbs dance with the wind
Winter stole her shawl
Ryan Stone
Willow
In Passing
At your funeral
Wisterias and silence
Even the wind dies
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Sluggish
From elsewhere to here
The stagnant crawl of a snail
Pandemic postage
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Dappled
Mist drapes the morning
Sable thread lacing through white
A lone Magpie weaves
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Secluded
lost in river-song
tears fall unnoticed, distant
a lone heron’s cry
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Plum Rain
a world of raindrops
blurring my window, mauves bleed
to wintery blues
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Kintsugi
a crafter’s love hides
inside the vase, until cracks
let sunlight shine in
Awakening
midwinter, pale sun
draped in white lace, the first time
I saw her naked
Ryan Stone
You’re Missing
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.
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