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Sage Stone, a self-proclaimed amateur anthropologist and tomato aficionado, is originally from a small Louisiana Cajun town about an hour west of New Orleans. Now residing in northwest Florida, Sage spends her time gardening, designing jewelry, caring for her beloved animals, and writing poetry.

Poetry by Sage

frost on the blossom—

a slight hesitation

in her smile

~~~~~~~~~~

porch gossip—

every last pea shelled

from its pod

~~~~~~~~~~

rain on the bayou—

just enough moon to silver

the ripples

~~~~~~~~~~~

meadow daisies—

in my daughter's arms

a child of her own

~~~~~~~~~~~~

my father the fisherman

sheds tears for his flooded home—

sometimes

it’s the river that 

does the taking

~~~~~~~~~~~

river reeds

older than religion—

is it a god,

this sudden stirring

among them?

~~~~~~~~~~~

Sunday bells

the wide-open mouths

of sparrow hatchlings

 

published in Modern Haiku Autumn 2016

 

if only you

could have stayed longer

little sparrow

how suddenly you've become 

the autumn wind

 

published in Skylark 3:2

 

 

 

half 

in snow

half 

in moon,

the mountain pine

 

~~~~~~

 

a bell in the fog

 

now

and then,

 

the surfacing

of goats

~~~~~~~~~

little brown sparrow

chirping on my windowsill,

could my heart

soar any higher if

you were cornflower blue

~~~~~~~~~~

perhaps I'm too set

in my ways for love—

a grey, grey winter 

yet a red bud unfurling

from the windowsill cactus

~~~~~~~~~

a dandelion—

for a wish that

could not

possibly come true,

I puff with all my might

~~~~~~~~~~

somewhere

along the rings

of this old climbing tree

is me in pigtails

musing among its branches

~~~~~~~~~~

it’s all come down to

a copper-colored moon 

at my window

and a calico cat purring

in the crook of my arm

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

a descendant of

an African slave woman,

            I search my face

                 in the mirror

are these brown eyes hers?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

a ravine

deepened by wind and rain

  I run a finger

  down the crease

  between my eyebrows

 

 

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