dusky blue skies
the way Mother’s hydrangeas
always bloomed
Ron C. Moss
scent from
the orchid’s hidden flower . . .
my garden’s gift
Nathalie Buckland
red roses
the gaps between
our fights
Maureen Sexton
late winter . . .
a memory of tulips
slowly surfaces
Sandra Simpson
late afternoon
gazanias turn westward
to a setting sun
Beverley George
Echidna Tracks 