beyond this hill
another town’s faint glow . . .
birdsong
Kent Robinson
red cross centenary
amongst lacework
myriad of poppies
Rose van Son
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
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