Three Haiku

By James Bates   Butterfly Delight Purple Coneflower Monarch butterfly alights Double delightful.   Sunlight Dancing Morning dew sparkles Tiny droplets glistening Sunlight dances wildly.   Thirst Springtime misting rain Tender garden shoots reaching Thirstily drinking.   Jim lives in a small town twenty miles west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. His stories have appeared online in CafeLit, The …

THE DREAMERY FROM PRAYER-BOOK OF AN ANTS

By Paweł Markiewicz   gallant butterfly I am godifying Your strong born from the starlets singularly wolf in Your call – a charm fulfilled the most tender weird aboveboard boar You are looking for the stream in druidic holt arcane-meek lynx I would know traces into charm of miracle the far-sighted fox You like flowers …

Poems by Gloria Buckley

I AM THE RAIN I am the rain That drips down my palms And nourishes the trees The flower, the dirt I am the mud that soaks up All the water And I am the well And the drink I swallow From the rain that flowed Into the well Which was the water That soaked …

Cocoon Emergent

By Victoria Crawford Milkweed branch suspended, wet wings uncurl to signal visible chant of cymbals beat with runes encrypted. Nuance  baffles phonetic delivery. Delicate stretch under sun seasoning, salting vellum damp to parchment that cues message rhythms, cracks and curves, waved in wild calligraphy, blackletter skin engraved. Purposeful definition arises in wild words soaring  beyond vision, …

Haiku (315-318)

By Thomas Page People articulated By traits becomes a Grave--dry bones.   Lab'ling the other Tacks their equal to a board Like a butterfly. A clock will tick in Unique tremor for each new, Subsequent heard tock.   How many years pass On Pluto and the other Bodies as light flies?

AURORA

By Pat Ashinze   You are a garden of ambrosial colours and psychedelic patterns. Let no one make your soul feel primitive and lightless. You are a name that gives the night her light. You have the blood of nature in your arteries. You are too deeply rooted to wilt from drought. Like a butterfly …

Third Place Winner of the Holiday Poetry Contest- Canal Fog

By Emma Woodford Flat canal fog, disappearing trees line adroitly planted paths. Water flows coal barges float, with cars parked.   The train glides, buildings grow gravel patches spread like butterflies. Roads pass ponds with corner herons standing, are they watching fish or waiting for the sun.   November days passing, greyly lit winter, curling …