By Janet Krauss

Starlings descend

from the sky

a meteor shower of stars

Janet Krauss

By Stephen C. Curro

no reception

the music

of the river

Stephen C. Curro

daybreak

the gurgle

of the coffeemaker

Stephen C. Curro

By Brad Bennett

the loom

of indigo clouds

thistle silk

Brad Bennett

By Risë Daniels

autumn leaves ...

this sorrow from

letting you go

Risë Daniels

sudden shower…

my mantra

shifts rhythm

Risë Daniels

cherry festival

her blush

betrays her

Risë Daniels

By J. D. Nelson

near the shelter where I lived grasshopper in my face

J. D. Nelson

logizomai I walk & walk but don’t advance

J. D. Nelson

first leaves of spring now we’re talkin’!


J. D. Nelson

out of the corner of my eye crow & crow again

J. D. Nelson

thoughts of dewdrop universes roofers laugh in the wind


J. D. Nelson

By Tony Williams

a piece of red amber—

I like it

because she loves it


Tony Williams

By Robert Witmer

a child

shoehorned into a dream

the long walk home

Robert Witmer

a name

in a forgotten book

somewhere in the middle

Robert Witmer

By Adrian Bouter

pristine pines

the narrow path

having no end

Adrian Bouter

By Randy Brooks

brothers

pestering each other

in the back seat

now fallen angels

both asleep

Randy Brooks

By Mark Forrester

crocus blossoms

cupping the snow

in her small hands

Mark Forrester

green heron

as still

as the pond


Mark Forrester

mountain trail

at every turn

the moon’s tug

Mark Forrester

river glass . . .

the cool smoothness

of his lies


Mark Forrester

By Noah Berlatsky

Look! And you, look too!

In the waterfall, the hawk

sees its reflection.

Noah Berlatsky

By Jerome Berglund

sprig of parsley

along the back steps looking

almost intentional

Jerome Berglund

gradually the light

leaves us… our eyes adjust

so we don’t notice

Jerome Berglund

waving

away the gnats

half dandelion

Jerome Berglund

By JL Huffman

less traveled lane

Why did the kudzu

cross the road?

JL Huffman

senior living

rust and dent models

inside and out

JL Huffman

By Sharon Ferrante

sudden gust—

chimes tell secrets

Sharon Ferrante

I walk

on a moss laden path

deciding—

just for today

I need nothing more

Sharon Ferrante