Warm sand
between our toes,
your hand
belongs
in mine, until
our songs
are sung;
our instruments
unstrung.
Ryan Stone
Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Aging.
Owl Song
Full moon
to you I sing
this tune—
bright streams,
hidden dells, clouds
and dreams
sublime.
Ours to share, for
all time.
Ryan Stone
Circa Diem
confused cicadas
singing late night lovesongs
—bright summer moon
Ryan Stone
Whisper
in the Wheatbelt
sharp grain ears listen…
wind-song
Ryan Stone
Swan song
How many blue jays
Singing the morning, to hide
Her departing breath?
Ryan Stone
days of stone 