ice on her duck pond
gently melts into water
changing…not leaving
Ryan Stone

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
ice on her duck pond
gently melts into water
changing…not leaving
Ryan Stone

cloud tide
lapping the timberline
—mystic lake
Ryan Stone

the warm buzz
of making honey
—summer glow
Ryan Stone

at the hot springs
below the line of thought
I find you, old friend
Ryan Stone

confused cicadas
singing late night lovesongs
—bright summer moon
Ryan Stone

unnoticed
in cracked city pavement—
daisies
Ryan Stone

twilit valley
clouds blow into ghosts
ephemeral life
Ryan Stone

amber leaves
tumbling down the path—
empty nest
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

a sudden rainbow
kaleidoscopes long grey skies…
unexpected smile
Ryan Stone
