a stone bench
warm with sun
the
cat my mother loved
Robert Witmer
self help
the clerk at the bookstore
points
to the bottom shelf
Robert Witmer
lost in thought
a dandelion seed
in
the wind
Robert Witmer
war graves
the silence
of
forgetful flags
Robert Witmer
softly it falls
so gentle it’s a whisper–
first spring rain
Jennifer Gurney
planting 15
white Columbine
one
for each life lost
Jennifer Gurney
the candle’s scent
gently follows me upstairs
tucking
me into bed
Jennifer Gurney
washed clean
by the river
my
heart
Jennifer Gurney
solstice moon
I give the clouds
a
talking to
Helen Ogden
Juneteenth
black workers on overtime
at
the country club
Helen Ogden
the time it takes
the time it doesn't
first
rose
Helen Ogden
witch’s
ritual
she gives a bow
to
morning mist
Sharon Ferrante
burning sage
a crow cleans his wings
in
the rain
Sharon Ferrante
old brooms
we talk about
our
travels
Sharon Ferrante
this
dream ...
cape jasmine petals falling
on my sick bed
Milan Rajkumar
cycle
of life—
planting rice seedlings
in ancestors' field
Milan Rajkumar
summer
dawn
a glimpse of heaven
on the still pond
Milan
Rajkumar
nettle field
the deer know
a
way through
Bryan Rickert
to the bottom
of the sinkhole and back
butterfly
Bryan Rickert
all day hike
I emerge
human
again
Bryan
Rickert
no end
to the midday heat . . .
corn
maze
Barrie Levine
skipping
stones repeating our mistakes
Barrie Levine
beach
walk the permanence of trash
Barrie Levine
old raven
seems content
watching the sun set
into the broken
water
Tom Blessing
beneath
her hat a sadness in her eyes
Tom Blessing
starlight
the distant rumble
of
a log truck
Tom Blessing
the mare's gentle breathing . . .
what I've only ever told
the
wind
Chad Lee Robinson
birds singing
in the dark before dawn . . .
their names elude me
but I know yours
and
you know mine
Chad Lee Robinson
home from the vet--
the sound of my feet
alone
in the leaves
Chad Lee Robinson
summer
breeze
the girl in a red dress
lets out a yawn
Mona
Bedi
bonsai
all my shortcomings
Mona Bedi
rose
prickles
nothing comes easy
in this life
Mona Bedi
when
I was seen wild irises
Kelly Sargent
the shadows
of summer
homeless
tents
Kelly Sargent
wishing fountain
no matter
how many coins I toss. . .
my prayers
caught
in the downspout
Kelly Sargent