As I place the hearing aid
in my ear, a bell rings within,
an invitation to enter
a sanctum of sound where
voices
inspire, cajole and comfort.
Janet Krauss
As I place the hearing aid
in my ear, a bell rings within,
an invitation to enter
a sanctum of sound where
voices
inspire, cajole and comfort.
Janet Krauss
giving
the poet
a longer life
late-blooming cherries
Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
day moon
slipping off her fairy wings
for
naptime
Paula Sears
dawn
curled in the field a fawn
Paula Sears
riding
the train wind . . .
seeds
of wildflowers
Paula Sears
orchard sundown . . .
the porcupine nibbles
a
dropped apple
Paula Sears
fiddlers’ festival
a kick of hickory
in the pulled pork
Paula Sears
low tide —
adding a day
to
my years
Nicoletta Ignatti
autumn deepens —
the many varieties
of
shadows
Nicoletta Ignatti
milkweed pods
the jagged path
of
a monarch
Brad Bennett
crossing the state line
in a pickup truck
a
boulder
Brad Bennett
dry
corn stalks
creaking in the wind
ghost stories
Melissa
Leaf Nelson
still pond
a dragonfly
stitches the
cattails
Melissa Leaf Nelson
the
same wind yet not the same autumn equinox
Sébastien
Revon
a
hearse passes by…
my child asks a question
we cannot
answer
Sébastien Revon