days of stone
—
by
louder and louder the smell of Nanna’s kitchen Ryan Stone
train whistle sounds grey in the night, smoke and dreams Ryan Stone
forgotten field tattered scarecrow waving to no-one Ryan Stone
so crisp the autumn sun, then winter Ryan Stone
storm understory broken nest glitter, lone magpie Ryan Stone
into the spring dawn baby kookaburras launch fresh twitter accounts Ryan Stone
determined thief— forest fire steals all but their last embrace Ryan Stone
a wasted chance to unite in one voice… tonight, I weep Ryan Stone
ice on her duck pondgently melts into waterchanging…not leaving Ryan Stone
cloud tide lapping the timberline —mystic lake Ryan Stone
Have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.