the mare's gentle breathing . . .
what I've only ever told
the
wind
Chad Lee Robinson
birds singing
in the dark before dawn . . .
their names elude me
but I know yours
and
you know mine
Chad Lee Robinson
home from the vet--
the sound of my feet
alone
in the leaves
Chad Lee Robinson
summer
breeze
the girl in a red dress
lets out a yawn
Mona
Bedi
bonsai
all my shortcomings
Mona Bedi
rose
prickles
nothing comes easy
in this life
Mona Bedi
when
I was seen wild irises
Kelly Sargent
the shadows
of summer
homeless
tents
Kelly Sargent
wishing fountain
no matter
how many coins I toss. . .
my prayers
caught
in the downspout
Kelly Sargent
evening
calm
on the river
a kayaker talks to his dog
Mark
Forrester
water
rushing
through our mountain cabin
its echo
Mark Forrester
mountain
trail—
thin clouds weaving
between black spruce
Mark
Forrester
pine needle trail
draws me back
to
hidden childhood hollows
Michael Shoemaker
sunflowers and sagebrush
call pioneers
back
to
the trail
image and words Michael Shoemaker
redwood forest
the persistent knock
of
a woodpecker
Eavonka Ettinger
on the tip
of my tongue...
raindrops
Eavonka Ettinger
a whirlwind
of dandelions
twisted
wishes
Eavonka Ettinger
soon I will hardly
remember you at all
a soap bubble
floating in the breeze
waiting
to be popped
Lafcadio
jolted awake—
sunbeams infused
with
wrensong
Lafcadio
bustling stillness
— how is
your
vacation?
Jerome Berglund
pouring night
possum darts sheltered
beneath
eaves
Jerome Berglund
joy of
missing out those who know know
Peter Jastermsky
eyes
drifting in a sound that won’t carry
Peter Jastermsky
sorting the past
a
sock drawer
of tiny feet
Peter Jastermsky
rewriting
the terms of past tense
Peter Jastermsky
early april
soft voice
of
a cherry blossom
Gareth Nurden
spring night
an open-winged silhouette
floating
into obscurity
Gareth Nurden
dawn
a hazy wildflower field
springs
to life
Gareth Nurden
small change
jingles in my pocket
lepta
coins
Olinda Ninolakis
a perfect stone arch
waves thrum waves weave waves recede
magic
in the air
Olinda Ninolakis
sudden
shower at the bus stop landscapers turn on the sprinklers
J. D. Nelson
ok
moon behind the clouds we can see you
J. D. Nelson
secret
garden the space between an evening nap & bedtime
J. D. Nelson
The
Blur of Seasons
images
and words Debbie Strange
spring - falling into flight
summer - speaking in tongues of tides
autumn - so many graceful ways to die
winter - we soften into ourselves
rumbling thunder
the things we shouldn't
have
said
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
