I hear your voice
each morning
in
the birdsong
Jennifer Gurney
coyote prowls
the golf course—
what’s
his handicap
Janet Ruth Heller
*
foot of snow
on bird bath—
muffin
top
Janet Ruth Heller
my friend’s cabin
a short dash to the creek
for
a skinny-dip
Joseph P. Wechselberger
eyes
in all directions
the
lost potato
Robert Witmer
*
hunger
a stone ripens
in
a tight fist
Robert Witmer