Mist in the valley
Alberta blue sky
Lazy afternoon
Green foil unwrapped
Bitter sweetness
Soul food
Clouds are racing
Dogs are barking
Time stands still
Alicia Dykstra
Soft brown fields
Mountain tops awash in bright pink
Fire within burns
Busy bees dust themselves with crocus pollen
I walk and pause, in relationship with the land
Even the dried thistles have their place
I pause on a dirt path
Tiny, black, hard shelled, bug glistens
I look at my feet in wonder
Cathie Kernaghan
after a rain
the daffodils
all with bent heads
cliff edge walk
with corgis
the eagle stares us down
stuck
at the crossroads
snowy evening
(after Robert Frost)
kjmunro
Whitehorse, Yukon Territory
tiny womb worlds
suspended end of a branch
due date soon
gull cry
sharp slice of a sound
opening the sky
kicked up leaves twirl
one last line dance
across the parking lot
Sarah Arthurs
my shovel lies on the deck
last week it stood in snow
it can no longer stand
snow on the deck
this morning, just a dusting
I add flour to the list
brittle, hollow hollyhock stalks
and the drab headstones of sunflowers
just last spring I walked in Rome
Tonya Lailey