clear river . . .
a school of bream
shadows the shallows
Lyn Reeves
dust motes
a roustie flings the last fleece
onto the sorting table
Vanessa Proctor
winter blue—
the quiet bay
erupts with dolphins
Lyn Reeves
across the great lake the call of a little grebe
Andre Surridge
high tide
the waves heave
with kelp
Lorraine Haig
icy wind—
the old post and rail
speckled with lichen
Lyn Reeves
Echidna Tracks 