Fairy Circles
Early grass wet, cool.
Mushrooms growing in the round,
Nature’s fungi art.
I lie down for the picture
And
hear the fairies singing.
Robin Dake
Fairy Circles
Early grass wet, cool.
Mushrooms growing in the round,
Nature’s fungi art.
I lie down for the picture
And
hear the fairies singing.
Robin Dake
The sun fades at last
so a paragraph of light
can
tell us the tale.
Joan E. Cashin
twister
tangled in your blues
Kelly Sargent
gypsy
moth wanderings before my wings
Kelly Sargent
stripping off
soaked garments
socks
still dry
Jerome Berglund
kingdom builders
roofing
and
gutters
Jerome Berglund
in a trench
a quarrel between soldiers
over
a property line
Eugeniusz Zacharski
peace talks
the sky gathers
in
shades of grey
Anju
Kishore
storm alert —
the sky a screech
of parrots
Anju Kishore
thunderstorm —
the night
keeps
breaking
Anju Kishore
tornado
then blue sky then family albums in the rubbles
John Zheng
golden
grass in flying manes chasing our car
John Zheng
summer week
all the bedrooms filled
in
grandma’s house
Barrie Levine
city heat . . .
all-day panting
in
the dog park
Barrie Levine
midnight dip
how warm
the
fondue
Sharon Ferrante
I get too close
then
he leaves me
owl on the lamppost
Sharon Ferrante
shhhh…
says the wind
to
the reeds
Sharon Ferrante
summing up
evolution
a
butterfly
Biswajit Mishra
peace talk
warring factions
share
a lunch
Biswajit Mishra
things we left
unsaid
day
moon
Biswajit Mishra
autumn rain –
grandma's sewing machine
silent
in the corner
Daniela Misso
short night –
a station master's whistle
in
the distance
Daniela Misso
I go back
to see the rubble
silence
of stars
Daniela Misso
sea foam . . .
fleeting memories
take
shape
Daniela Misso
glittering scales . . .
a flying fish skates
on
the edge of two worlds
Kimberly Kuchar
braided river
I can't be everywhere
at
once
Kimberly Kuchar
moonless night
I don’t want to walk this road
without
you
Kimberly Kuchar
cloud seeding
each word
brings me closer
t o t
e
a
r
s
Kimberly Kuchar
sideways rain
you always know
just
what to say
Kimberly Kuchar
drought moss
not as resilient
as
I used to be
Bryan Rickert
high tide
I, too, feel the pull
of
this moon
Bryan Rickert
telling me more
than I needed to know
old
country song
Bryan Rickert
long
day low battery charge your phone now
J. D. Nelson
daylight fades a cautious young deer crosses at the crosswalk
J.
D. Nelson
near dusk a crow caws twice as it flies over the apartments
J.
D. Nelson
caught
in a torrential downpour nothing like wet socks
J. D. Nelson
on the window glass
thunderous voices of drums
rainstorm
at midnight
Konstantin Yakimchuk