cloud tide
lapping the timberline
—mystic lake
Ryan Stone

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
cloud tide
lapping the timberline
—mystic lake
Ryan Stone

falling tears
shatter my face—
dawn tide pool
Ryan Stone

A new sun rising
I follow the moon to bed
Kookaburra dawn
Ryan Stone

midwinter, pale sun
draped in white lace, the first time
I saw her naked
Ryan Stone
