a fragrance
of orange blossoms—
where the old dog rests
Neena Singh
awaking
to an orange sunrise
do dreams
turn into pumpkins
if
left unwritten
Jackie Chou
blue steel
the sharp edge
of sorrow
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
Unconditional
dog's
gaze ...
not a single bit of
uncertainty
wagging
tail
without the slightest
doubt
afternoon
sunbeams
past the fallen oak ...
wildflowers sprouting
B.A. France