lone
chrysanthemum
floating in the winter fog
your red nose so
bright
Curt Linderman
*
hedge trimmed
he rests upon
his
laurels
Curt Linderman
lone
chrysanthemum
floating in the winter fog
your red nose so
bright
Curt Linderman
*
hedge trimmed
he rests upon
his
laurels
Curt Linderman
hot pants
the frayed borders
of
the past
Mark Gilbert
*
wondering
what has gone wrong robinsong
Mark
Gilbert
Along aisles of tales,
she was raised by the women:
real
and fictional
Regina Florene Tan
intoxicating
giddy
fragrance
of mock orange
brings thoughts of springtime
to
my still cold heart
Pat Geyer
morning stars…
kicking
salt across
an icy path
Tony Williams
*
stiff with cold
the tarpaulins crackle
in their hands
Tony
Williams
*
Cassiopeia
the staggered flight
of night geese
Tony Williams
*
depth
of winter
needing both hands
to pull a leek
Tony
Williams
*
under
a leaden sky
winter reeds
the
colour of brass
Tony Williams