late winter . . .
a memory of tulips
slowly surfaces
Sandra Simpson
fallen leaves—
the path I was on
almost gone
Rob Scott
long drive home
a rainbow beats us
to the next bend
Marietta McGregor
ridge top
the rain I walked with
has moved on
Lorraine Haig
all-day rain poring over my father’s old travel diaries
Mark Miller
wind-blown palm fronds
beneath a darkening sky
the smell of rain
Maire Glacken
Echidna Tracks 