Dr. Charles A Stone Biography

on this first night of the harvest moon
this evening when diana's resplendent orb
rests upon the backs of broken clouds
transfixed by the evening's brightest star
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One day I'd whirl through the garden,
fingers splayed in sunny rays
above newborn buds singing.
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On a night the new moon
is chased by witch-struck clouds,
throw a rose into the air
and bury a silver spoon
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There is only silence on the footpath
I have traced to this ancient hearth -
the hammering of stone upon stone
has faded, just as the reds and yellows
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It isn't just the fading echoes
or galaxies festooned against
enameled night skies that
draws me to the wilderness.
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