late winter . . .
a memory of tulips
slowly surfaces
Sandra Simpson
waning crescent—
my wedding band mark
almost gone
Rob Scott
meandering stream—
this longing to go
where I want to go
Mark Miller
Woodend to Ukraine
by day and night . . .
online news
Myron Lysenko
contrail dreaming . . .
from somewhere
to somewhere
Glenys Ferguson
fallen leaves—
the path I was on
almost gone
Rob Scott
Echidna Tracks 