|
Peggy Lyles
Laura Bell
Barbara Campitelli
Ty Hadman
Francine Porad
John S. O'Connor
Cindy Zackowitz
Michael McClintock
Kevin Smith
an'ya
|
|
a broader path . . .
I rake away my footprints
with the yellow leaves
|
|
Peggy Lyles
|
|
stained glass–
the fleeting shadow
of a bird
|
|
Barbara Campitelli
|
|
steady rain . . .
I fall short of being the human
I wish to be
|
|
Francine Porad
|
|
wild iris–
the water leaks
from a cracked vase
|
|
Cindy Zackowitz
|
|
morning stillness
a dandelion seed
hovers
|
|
Kevin Smith
|
|
| |
|
|
|
old broom
half swept away
with the dirt
|
|
Laura Bell
|
|
a gust of wind
finally knocks the scarecrow out
cold
|
|
Ty Hadman
|
|
spring rain–
a puddle at the end
of the hopscotch ladder
|
|
John S. O'Connor
|
this bright day . . .
the empty house
of my mother
|
|
Michael McClintock
|
|
fluttering breeze
the moth sticks its legs
through a screen
|
|
an'ya
|
|
| |
|
