Did I waste myself on excess,
Wanting too much
Until
it became too little?
Anthony Ward
To see the moon and hear the loon
Is
to feel what night is made of
Anthony Ward
Leaves
dance to the rhythm of the rain
Anthony Ward
Did I waste myself on excess,
Wanting too much
Until
it became too little?
Anthony Ward
To see the moon and hear the loon
Is
to feel what night is made of
Anthony Ward
Leaves
dance to the rhythm of the rain
Anthony Ward
above or below
i will always be here when
wildflowers
return
Noga Shemer
how many, he asks
infinite, is her answer
azalea
petals
Noga Shemer
leave the door open
so I may hear you trying
not
to disturb me
Noga Shemer
i worry for you
but you've been through this before
daffodils
in snow
Noga Shemer
the world careens
from crisis to crisis . . .
pumpkin
toadlets
image
and words Debbie Strange
vegan picnic
three scoops of daisies
in
my cone
image and words Debbie Strange
romanian
village —
the
sun rises from a basket
of
field flowers
Steliana Cristina Voicu
Milk spilt
Nothing is
meant to remain
Contained forever
Georg Cook
Sands
shift
The eviction notice
Delivered
Georg Cook
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