Michael E. Stone

The little girl with a white wicker
basket full of petals and sprinkles,
that starry paints the heavens,

her eyes sparkling jewels
dewdrops at dawn
unsullied 
still. 

She makes
a milky way for the moon,
the full, the royal moon,
a queen.

And you,
to dust you shall return.
Will the stars of heaven
light you on that way?

                  —Jan 1, 2019

Poem ©2023 Michael E. Stone