market day—
a woman
tying bundles
of fresh lavender
Leanne Mumford
then and now
the declining number
of
beetles
Wanda Amos
women in black
the harvest of their wombs
cold
in the earth
Wanda Amos
Indian market
all the vehicles parked
in
no parking zone
Vandana Parashar
stirring a storm
in the puddle
strong
wind
Vandana Parashar
snow –
dozens of Inuit words
none
easy to shovel
Bonnie J Scherer
moths
nibbling on wool fingerless gloves
Bonnie J Scherer
peel
after peel the onion still
Bonnie J Scherer
morning wind . . .
the
birdsong too
rooted to sky
Goran Gatalica
sunny
spot —
cultivating a garden
in
our yard
Goran Gatalica
room to grow
the yukuta
envelops
us both
Scott Wiggerman
low
water crossing the missteps
Scott Wiggerman
closed clinic
another choice
terminated
Scott Wiggerman
red desert
sheep bones
scattered
among everlastings
Louise Hopewell
botanic
gardens
the welcome sign decorated
with pigeon poo
Louise
Hopewell
too
much bad news brewing a cup of tea
Janet Ruth
fresh-cut-grass smell
at twelve, reading Nancy Drew
in
the tree house
Janet Ruth
music pumping
in the skating rink
a
dog on wheels
Tuyet Van Do
morning sun
among the golden fields
colored
umbrellas
Tuyet Van Do
casting worries
in the open sea
a
lone fisherman
Tuyet Van Do
crystalized color
dragonfly
wings shiver
then freeze
Douglas J. Lanzo
subway jazz
tunes
bouncing off
closed doors
Douglas J. Lanzo
boy
gazing
at four-masted ship
magic in a bottle
Douglas J. Lanzo
commencement
through
the chain link fence
an unforeseen breeze
Ron Scully
thunderheads
the
rush home before
dad finds out
Ron Scully