dusky blue skies
the way Mother’s hydrangeas
always bloomed

Ron C. Moss

Ron C. Moss

scent from
the orchid’s hidden flower . . .
my garden’s gift

Nathalie Buckland

late winter . . .
a memory of tulips
slowly surfaces

Sandra Simpson

Marietta McGregor

late afternoon
gazanias turn westward
to a setting sun

Beverley George

Rose van Son

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