Despite
the mist, the lack
of light,
they fly
true south, those geese,
while I
remain,
earthbound by age
and pain.
Ryan Stone

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
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

falling tears
shatter my face—
dawn tide pool
Ryan Stone

in the Wheatbelt
sharp grain ears listen…
wind-song
Ryan Stone

cubby house—
in the far corner
cobwebs
Ryan Stone

on my window
fat raindrops tom-tom
distant thunder
Ryan Stone

wild things dancing—
a spring wind bedsheet rumpus
spins our Hills Hoist
Ryan Stone

while shopping abroad—
beer, bibles, guns and sweatpants
all in one aisle
Ryan Stone

on black satin sheets
she gives herself to the moon—
rose petals and thorns
Ryan Stone

forest twilight
insubstantial geisha—
Komorebi
Ryan Stone
