"Shut
the gate”
reads the sign
on the open gate
Katie
Montagna
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
rocking
chair —
dad's last summer
on the porch
Mona
Bedi
woodsmoke
the
memory of you
in each corner
Mona
Bedi
riverside
meditation
the Ganges meanders
through me
Mona
Bedi
traffic jam
he tells me
he
may walk
Stacy Taylor
thin apartment walls
trying not to sleep
with
strangers
Stacy Taylor
wearing
my mother’s gold ring
the
weight of it
Stacy Taylor
after the funeral
missing
my
freeway exit
Stacy Taylor
the
Mediterranean the distance between us
Katherine E Winnick
inner
alchemy the moment I saw you
Katherine E Winnick
midnight
moon I plant my dreams
Katherine E Winnick
how many did it take
to
forge the trail
Vandana Parashar
grey
dawn the dream of a life beyond
Vandana Parashar
if he doesn't care
neither do I
mockingbird
Vandana Parashar
half-moon
soon this nightly walk will require a jacket
J. D. Nelson
who
are you trying to fool moon you’re not full
J. D. Nelson
it’s
been a year now forgotten stars
J. D. Nelson
excess baggage
carrying the weight
of
old photographs
Stephanie Zepherelli
city streets
intersecting shadows
without
faces
Stephanie Zepherelli
riptide
fighting currents
of
loneliness
Stephanie Zepherelli
washing windows
treasured moments
of
clarity
Stephanie Zepherelli
fake profile —
why would anyone
want
to be me
Susan Burch
getting
under peoples’ skins poli(tics
Susan Burch
a
thunderstorm stuck in my car
Susan Burch