Before the golden dawn by Carrie Magness Radna
Before the golden dawn,/ the light of early morning/ colors a soft blue sky,/ heavenly aquamarine./ Words or
Two Mallards on Our Front Porch by Antonio Vallone
Two mallards on our front porch surprised/ my wife this morning./ We’ve never seen ducks/ in our new
I Reach for My Favorite Mug by Chrystalen Stambaugh
Others have their safety blankets,/ Childhood plushies, heirloom bracelets./ Random objects instilled
Aureate Afternoon by Lorraine Caputo
Golden dragonflies flit/ in the noon sun/ A tumbleweed tumbles/ in the tranquil surf/ of the deep-aqua bay
gulls overhead by Dean Schabner
overhead the gulls/ don't care much it seems about/ what I’m doing here/ wind blows sand everywhere
Pushing Eighty by Sharon Waller Knutson
Gray sky peers through/ the frost filmed window/ as he reaches for his glasses/ on the night stand/ and tumbles
Free by Craig Cruise
I hear the ocean/ It calls to me/ Crashing waves/ Set me free// I feel the stillness/ In mountain peak/ Walking
The Quiet by Candace Meredith
Sweet summer breath/ The birds come by/ My open window// Pleased by beauty./ Then, evanescence-// How three
Closing In On Seventy by Alec Solomita
Ten years old on a breezy day/ in March of ’63, a boy climbing/ a long slant of lawn/ paused to scan the sky
At dusk by Abha Das Sarma
The pink fills the street/ Suddenly/ On the right, in a row/ All the way/ Ending at home,/ The letters are out
Complete by Don Tassone
sat on a beach/ Looking out over the vast ocean/ Feeling small and alone/ I watched a single wave roll in
Winter Light by John Muro
On a day fashioned by cold and mid-winter sun,/ The estuary unfolds like an esplanade in pale,/ Pleasing light
Longing For Wild Flowers by Lois Perch Villemaire
When you were young,/ friendships were like wild flowers,/ growing anywhere,/ everywhere,/ popping up
Last Diner in the Village by Johanna Antonia Zomers
How lovely, to be the one who/ brings coffee,/ singing morning greetings/ into the village street each time
a rock and that hard place by Georgie Bailey
If the breeze could float two ways/ maybe once or twice in a while,/ which way would be right,/ and which
The Liquid Frost Melts into Morning by Lynette G. Esposito
I am in my life’s winter/ where the cold eats my bones,/ melts my hopes/ and shuts the storm door/ with me
Seed and Fire by Keith Moul
Every blade of grass depends on its tassel,/ which depends on breeze, that may depend/ on earth's dependence
When You’re Older by Zack Rogow
the moon/ increases from/ just a nail clipping/ to a full fingerprint/ faster than a hand/ can snap.
Suns of Seclusion by Syeda Tehreem Irfan
Thy love drapes my heart in blinding warmth,/ cocooning me in lights of humorous days;/ listen closely, dear
The Invitation by Milton P. Ehrlich
In the middle of the night/ A cloud of stardust appears/ Outside my bedroom window./ Mysterious songbirds
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