midnight wind,
howling through the caverns
of my mind
Ryan Stone

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
midnight wind,
howling through the caverns
of my mind
Ryan Stone

fractured sunlight
creeping through my shutters
new year outside
Ryan Stone

train whistle
sounds grey in the night,
smoke and dreams
Ryan Stone

forgotten field
tattered scarecrow waving
to no-one
Ryan Stone

unnoticed
in cracked city pavement—
daisies
Ryan Stone

Despite
the mist, the lack
of light,
they fly
true south, those geese,
while I
remain,
earthbound by age
and pain.
Ryan Stone

falling tears
shatter my face—
dawn tide pool
Ryan Stone

silk corner cobwebs
entwine yesterday’s dry husks,
bloodless and rotting
Ryan Stone

How many blue jays
Singing the morning, to hide
Her departing breath?
Ryan Stone

Under fallen leaves
Flowers out of season die
A lone hawk circles
Ryan Stone
