Hillsides by John P. Drudge
We drove to Provence/ To capture Cezanne/ To find impressions/ In the landscape/ Through fields of lavender
Blueberry Adventures by Em Walling
Each memory is a blueberry clinging onto the bush./ They hang in no specific order, each one containing/ a flavorful
The Moon Rises, The Sun Falls by Elizabeth Edelglass
I do not have to be good./ Baseballs crack windows,/ teacups spill, saucers shatter, umbrellas/ splinter in
Night by Askold Skalsky
And again it is night/ spreading its black light/ over the mountains,/ over the pale roads/ that have lost their way
The Muir Less Traveled by LA Felleman
Abandoned cars/ lined both shoulders// Tourists afoot/ kept on crowding// So we traded/ postcard Forest
Poem at the Edge of the World by Julia Caroline Knowlton
Words without ink on paper cloud—/ the poem at the edge of the world.// It is the place where land sinks to sea
Petrichor by Rin Willocks
The world smelled of petrichor/ The day after the rain/ After flood warnings and drowning hearts
Southering Sun by Victoria Crawford
Southering sun, briefer days/ northern Siam/ earth and trees fade/ to umber and gold,/ taking flight/ leaves flee
Going Forth By Daylight by Laura Walton Allen
We see things only that we want to keep. Look/ at this sparrow, this spotted owl, this dove/ with the blue-black
Virulent Vertigo by Husain Abdulhay
High hills I climb/ to give sky a near stargaze/ lying wide awake all the night/ I rove my eyes aloft over distance
Song by Mike Dillon
Heron fixes its solitary gaze on the low tide./ Osprey slows, pivots and dives./ Kingfisher chitters and white
Triangles by Helga Gruendler-Schierloh
Three corners to join,/ three aspects to share/ - what was, what is, what will still be// Three hopes to evaluate
Deep Look by Ana Stjelja
Deep look of a mysterious woman/ Illuminates the path/ Of a lonely man/ While walking towards the/ Eternity./ Look
Years Ago by Ann Privateer
Before developers built houses/ Orchards existed here. Fifty years later/ Someone cut them all down, a
Improvement by Kevin Ahern
Rivers do not/ Their own water drink/ The sun can’t shine/ On itself, we think/ Trees do not eat/ The fruit that they
The Moon Beholds the Stars by John Tustin
The moon beholds the stars,/ Shining pinpoints in a vast distance,/ And smiles knowing that proximity/ Makes
Little Yellow Songbird by Douglas Young
Walking late one winter afternoon,/ I suddenly heard a lovely tune;/ Looking for where the source could be
Unendingly picturesque by Paweł Markiewicz
I am through a superb window – looking./ An angel of feeling awakes in me./ The dreamy oak-trees stand alway
The Eye of Time by Carl Hubrick
The future is the present/ when it comes./ And the present becomes the past/ with each living breath we take.
Tipping Point by J. David Hughes
After more rain/ than the earth would swallow,/ after more wind/ than the roots could bear,/ do not marvel/ to see
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