Monday, February 1, 2016


R U T H     S T O N E

Dream of Light in the Shade

Now that I am married I spend

My hours thinking about my husband.

I wind myself about his shelter.

I watch his sleep, dreaming of how to  defend

His inert form. At night

Leaning on my elbow I pretend

I am merely a lecherous friend.

And being the first to wake

Often wholly naked descend

To the dim first floor where the chairs

Hold the night before, and all says attend!

The light so coldly spells in innocence.

Attend! The cup is filled with light.

And on my skin the sun flashes

And fades as the shade trees bend.


R U T H     S T O N E

What Love Comes To
(Copper Canyon Press)

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