laying wreaths
a paper poppy plucked
by the breeze
Helen Ogden
autumn trees
how still each mourner
and their shadow
Rob Scott
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a first glimmer
through aged lead light—
new dawn
Kent Robinson
old pin oak
draped in ivy . . .
a raven’s call
Madhuri Pillai
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blossom
above and below
spring in my step
Quendryth Young
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