As I place the hearing aid
in my ear, a bell rings within,
an invitation to enter
a sanctum of sound where
voices
inspire, cajole and comfort.
Janet Krauss
As I place the hearing aid
in my ear, a bell rings within,
an invitation to enter
a sanctum of sound where
voices
inspire, cajole and comfort.
Janet Krauss
giving
the poet
a longer life
late-blooming cherries
Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
day moon
slipping off her fairy wings
for
naptime
Paula Sears
dawn
curled in the field a fawn
Paula Sears
riding
the train wind . . .
seeds
of wildflowers
Paula Sears
orchard sundown . . .
the porcupine nibbles
a
dropped apple
Paula Sears
fiddlers’ festival
a kick of hickory
in the pulled pork
Paula Sears