Athena’s tags
mosaicked onto headstone
her collar
never returned by vet
unless
it’s in the ashes
Diane Funston
after our long vacation
away from poetry groups
I return
but still entranced
by
Mexico’s colors
Diane Funston
Athena’s tags
mosaicked onto headstone
her collar
never returned by vet
unless
it’s in the ashes
Diane Funston
after our long vacation
away from poetry groups
I return
but still entranced
by
Mexico’s colors
Diane Funston
cold moon
her silhouette
in
the window
Shawn Blair
going gray
a fish crow disappears
into
sea fog
Shawn Blair
lace curtains . . .
snowflakes blackening
the
road
Shawn Blair
mourning doves
in the park
a pair
of Civil War cannons
blazing
in the sun
Shawn Blair
bone broth
smoke rising
over
the quarry
Shawn Blair
spring night
a ladder not quite reaching
the
cat
Shawn Blair
if only
these golden flowers
were
sunrise
Joanna Ashwell
holding a part
of our dream
dandelion
meadow
Joanna Ashwell
A mother's voice:
the stillness of trees
before
a burst of blossom.
Laurie Kuntz
From my view
the ocean offers little relief
still
I look.
Laurie Kuntz
Mockingbird song
the empty cherry tree
overflowing
Jonathan
English
circle of full moon
shining through mist and pine
even
in this city
Jonathan English
moist spring earth
the wings of the butterfly
lifting
Jonathan English
spring serenade—
under the green holly tree
the
bumblebee and I
Jonathan English
hammock
–
evening falls before
the afterword
Elena Zouain
summer
rain –
in my garden the blue hydrangea
even bluer
Elena
Zouain
summer solstice –
I listen to the
whispers
of scented shadows
Elena Zouain
white
roses –
the moon keeps
the secret
Elena Zouain
a summer ginkgo walk –
Isha, Basho, and Issa
in
every verse I write
Lakshman Bulusu
Robin chirping
brought to life in my mind
your touch –
one more kiss
and
I would join you.
S.Eta Grubešić
twigs
S.Eta Grubešić