Poetry

blinking cell towersnever sleeping always brightnew constellations disappeared adverbsmisplaced or truly extinct?the answer comes quick…

Chickadee sings out,knowing and seeing what is,you too would sing out. Jeff Billerbeck, Blue Mounds

Spring Long March iciclesPointing north in unisonNudged by southern winds Shellie Pike, Boaz

Bratwurst sizzled flameKitten purrs fire and sunWork-a-day life treat Judy Robb, Town of Vermont

Birds and bird shadows,White snow falls, black seed scatters.Next spring, sunflowers. Falling ice wakes me.Thunder…

Spring smells. Prairie fire.Smoke. Line of red flames dance, leap.Blackened land, reborn. Sharon Rowe, Iowa…

go to the still place;settle on sturdy branchesin your own easy heart may my poems…

Spring A walk in the woods.The allure of the trail.Enjoying the day. Sights and sounds…

Shake Rag Streetfrom a limestone cottagethe smell of pasty the Red Rooster Caféthe locals share…