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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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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One day I'd whirl through the garden,
fingers splayed in sunny rays
above newborn buds singing.
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She yearned for something unpredictable
something beyond the boring fragrance
of perfectly triangulated composites
in complementary colors and graduated height.
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