days of stone
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twilit valley clouds blow into ghosts ephemeral life Ryan Stone
amber leaves tumbling down the path— empty nest Ryan Stone
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
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