The Real Reason by Foster Trecost
After the rain does its rinsing/ I think about how everything/ That was dry/ a short time ago// Now drips with
Drops of Snow, a German folk tale by Shelly Jones
Once, when Snow tumbled to the frozen ground,/ pooling in translucent rivers, the crystals gasped/ at
Rain Therapy by Alan Bedworth
It's odd how rain lashing at/ your windows, can act as an/ appeaser when your mind/ is troubled./ The drops
Merci by Julia Caroline Knowlton
Merci contains mercy, pure water/ forgiving in a warm, swollen stream./ Merci is autumn mapping
The Veranda by Sonnet Mondal
Grandpa used to sit on a protruded part/ of the veranda of our old house./ In a subtle hesitancy, he used
Hollow Headlights by Kevin Stadt
the herd careens along/ eyeless, screeching rails/ curving parallel lines of rusting iron/ stripped from
Winter Months by Melissa Kelly
With the winter months/ Comes windy snow storms/ Blowing the last remain leaves/ Off the now bare trees
Sighting by Lisa Creech Bledsoe
born morning/ coffee/ steam-drift/ peripheral—did you?/ slipping movement/ downridge: brown, lean
Life in Still Greens by Kara Knickerbocker
Picture the honeysuckle wild in January wind:/ knots of branches, muscles tensing./ The ash tree
Herb Song by Sally Zakariya
I conjure the perfect herb garden in my mind:/ anise, basil, cardamom, fennel nestling/ in alphabetical order
Precious Beauty by Amanda Jane
A crystal clear/ Tear// Drifting/ Slowly// From a precious/ Emerald eye// Landing/ Gently// On to my/ Feathered
Electricity by Robert Pegel
I was here with you for a long time./ You must have learned something./ Keep walking,/ far past
Blooming Bud by Sushant Thapa
Dare not to think in your imagination that/ Somebody might pluck you./ Bloom with all the anchorage and
Memories by Rose Menyon Heflin
Distant mountains echo,/ Thunderous,/ In my heart./ Meanwhile, my mind/ Sways gently/ To looming branches
Emerging by Lisa Molina
How to reach the center?/ Holding together this universe,/ that by some law of physics/ Is pulling itself
In Sweet Repose by Craig McGeady
I tasted from the brook, sucking from/ my cupped hands the crushed shards/ catching sunlight to
I Think I’ll Build a Garden by Meridian Reid
The yard is bare and desolate/ Patches of grass laid out here and there/ Weeds have taken over/ A fool’s
Lullaby by M. Jay Dixit
lullaby of rain/ raining on rain/ fills the night/ while the village sleeps
Four Seasons by Ash Slade
the buckets up high/ pouring wide on us below,/ white mountain washed out./ flowers droop in rain
Sea and Sky by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal
Sea and sky/ show me your/ blue music,/ bring me waves,/ raindrops, and/ pleasant views./ I will take/ rhythm
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