
Infinity

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
captive cicada,
rattling terrible music
in the granite hill
Ryan Stone

Dusky pink moonlight
Cherry blossom arabesque
Dreaming tomorrows
Ryan Stone

so dark
each winter night,
then dawn
Ryan Stone

From this bridge of sighs
They watch the chasm sunder
Here, where dreaming ends
Ryan Stone

Above the still lake
A smoke and pepper patchwork
Birds entering clouds
Ryan Stone

spring clothesline—
purple penguins dancing
on a breeze
Ryan Stone

In empty spaces
echoes fade to silent grief,
whispers on the wind
Ryan Stone

funeral flowers
wilting in quiet corners…
so hard to let go
Ryan Stone

the soft promise
of what today may bring
—mulberry sunrise
Ryan Stone
