midwinter, pale sun
draped in white lace, the first time
I saw her naked
Ryan Stone
Awakening
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.
Abyss 5-7-5
Slipping her shackles
she launched into the abyss;
virgin wings unfurled.
Ryan Stone
Petrichor 5-7-5
Her hair smelled of hay,
summer rain and first kisses;
breathless, petrichor.
His fingers trembled
childhood’s last tattoo, across
her pale, arching spine.
Ryan Stone
days of stone 