home town visit
the memory of a friend
in
every lane
Mona Bedi
The secret is this—
you find morning where night left
blue
ember, burning
Kara Knickerbocker
*
Embers carry you
into empty morning blue
full
of red, waiting
Kara Knickerbocker
A child's laughter
rings above trees
locked in winter solstice
to remind them
of
their awakening
Janet Krauss
coyote prowls
the golf course—
what’s
his handicap
Janet Ruth Heller
*
foot of snow
on bird bath—
muffin
top
Janet Ruth Heller
my friend’s cabin
a short dash to the creek
for
a skinny-dip
Joseph P. Wechselberger
eyes
in all directions
the
lost potato
Robert Witmer
*
hunger
a stone ripens
in
a tight fist
Robert Witmer