| Author: Christopher Herold |
foghorns...
we lower a kayak
into the sound
|
| Author: Bob Boldman | walking with the river
the water does my thinking |
| Author: William J. Higginson | Holding the water,
held by it-
the dark mud |
| Author: Allan Burns | distant virga
the ranch dog’s eyes
different colors |
| Author: Raymond Roseliep | he removes his glove
to point out
Orion |
| Author: Fay Aoyagi | icy rain
at the bottom of the lake
a door to yesterday |
| Author: Marlene Mountain | pig and i spring rain |
| Author: Chris Gordon | a love letter to the butterfly gods with strategic misspellings |
| Author: Stanford M. Forrester | cold Aegean sun–
the temple
half stone, half shadow |
| Author: John Wills | rain in gusts
below the deadhead
troutswirl |
| Author: Virginia Brady Young | Vaster
than the prairie —
this wind. |
| Author: Gary Hotham | distant thunder
the dog’s toenails click
against the linoleum |
| Author: Michael McClintock | the dead
come apart:
downpour |
| Author: Elizabeth Searle Lamb | pausing
halfway up the stairs —
white chrysanthemum |
| Author: Alan Pizzarelli | a spark
falls to the ground
darkens
that’s it |
| Author: Cor van den Heuvel | hot day
the mime leans into a wind
that isn’t there |
| Author: Alexis K. Rotella | Late August —
I bring him the garden
in my skirt. |
| Author: Martin Shea | terminal.
one far off
and perfect moon |
| Author: Peggy Willis Lyles | before we knew its name the indigo bunting |
| Author: Ruth M. Yarrow | after the garden party the garden |
| Author: Garry Gay | Bird song:
the color
of song |
| Author: Julius Lester | As we got
Closer, the
Rainbow disappeared. |
| Author: Lenard D. Moore | late summer
black men spreading tar
on the side road |
| Author: Sonia Sanchez | say no words
time is collapsing
in the woods |
| Author: Gerald Vizenor | After the heavy rains
So many skies tonight
Reflecting the moon. |
| Author: Cid Corman | On the brim of a
brimming stone bowl a
stone. |
| Author: John Ashbery | A blue anchor grains of grit in a tall sky sewing |
| Author: Patricia Donegan | spring wind —
I too
am dust |
| Author: John Martone | daughter waters father weeds their silence |
| Author: Billy Collins | Innumerable
raindrops on the reservoir —
I stop to count some. |
| Author: Wally Swist | walking farther into it
the farther it moves away
spring mist |
| Author: Dee Evetts | damp morning
cash for a journey
warm from the machine |
| Author: Lee Gurga | from house
to barn:
the milky way |
| Author: Michael Dylan Welch | after the quake
the weathervane
pointing to earth |
| Author: vincent tripi | The shell I take,
the shell it takes
— ebb tide |
| Author: Marian Olson | river’s song
a wounded turtle
slips into it |
| Author: Peter Yovu | she slips into
the ocean the ocean
slips into |
| Author: Jim Kacian | the river
the river makes
of the moon
|
| Author: Mike Dillon | it doesn’t matter
what I think:
Milky Way |
| Author: John Stevenson | a deep gorge . . .
some of the silence
is me |
| Author: paul m. (Paul Miller) | a line borrowed
from another poet
spring rain |
| Author: Cherie Hunter Day | looking up
rules of punctuation —
the green hills |
| Author: Scott Metz | somewhere
fireflies are
eating rhinos |
| Author: Roberta Beary | all day long
I feel its weight
the unworn necklace |
| Author: Carolyn Hall | windfall apples
what I think about
what I think |
| Author: William M. Ramsey | slave cemetery
i scrape the moss to find
no name |
| Author: Jack Barry | snow light
not telling you
the whole dream |
| Author: Chad Lee Robinson | full moon —
all our sounds
are vowels |
