Reflection

Into the tide pool
Divorce shaped teardrops tumble
And shatter his face

Ryan Stone

Juncture

Under the bleachers
She asked my fumbling fingers
Is this your first time?

Ryan Stone

A gold harvest moon
Swells over night’s shadowed cliffs
Cohen is singing

Ryan Stone

I saw you standing
On the edge of forever
Windmills in your hair

Ryan Stone

In treehouse shadows
Shyly she stepped from her clothes
And I from my youth

Ryan Stone

Like a moth to flame
Sashaying between moments
Yearning to belong

Ryan Stone

Windswept mountain home
Nestled deep in the aspens
Where Hummingbirds fly

Ryan Stone

Hunting rock pool shells
At sunrise, the tide tugging
My child’s toes too soon

Ryan Stone

Tumbling russet leaf
How brief the rush of freedom
Between bough and earth

Ryan Stone