late winter . . .
a memory of tulips
slowly surfaces
Sandra Simpson
fallen leaves—
the path I was on
almost gone
Rob Scott
dark forest
going deeper
into myself
Judith E.P. Johnson
coastal taipan . . .
I backtrack along a road
best not taken
Lorin Ford
my mother asks
if I am her sister . . .
entry to the maze
Maureen Sexton
uncertainties
on the road ahead
shadows flicker
Bill Wootton
Echidna Tracks 