early autumn
all night long
the crickets
Bill Waters
this piece of amethyst
i hold in my hand
what secrets
have you kept
during your long life
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
her cloth
soaked with tears…
on the edge
of curled green leaf
the burden of the heavy rains
Pravat Kumar Padhy
croaking crow:
you scold me as if
I were to blame,
as if I were the cause
of your hidden sorrow
Bill Waters