ceremonial walk
you are here wrapped
in nature’s heart
Rose van Son
red maple
through hospice glass
she counts each leaf-fall
Gavin Austin
late winter . . .
a memory of tulips
slowly surfaces
Sandra Simpson
waning crescent—
my wedding band mark
almost gone
Rob Scott
meandering stream—
this longing to go
where I want to go
Mark Miller
Woodend to Ukraine
by day and night . . .
online news
Myron Lysenko
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