silence
after the thunder . . .
then crickets | Joanne |
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in the prairie grass
the fawn's warmth lingers | Nika |
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under the noonday sun
a naked child sits
and smiles | Mary Jane |
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Halloween night ‚
small shrill voices | Joanne |
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a bright moon ‚
in and out of shadows
slips the owl | Nika |
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the bonfire flares . . .
twilight trembles anew | Mary Jane |
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is it there
in the dying embers?
face of a friend | Joanne |
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from the withered branch
the last apple . . . | Nika |
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winter wind:
dry leaves swirl
between the tombstones | Mary Jane |
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final parting
his bittersweet kiss | Joanne |
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spring dreams ‚
added to her shopping list
harlequin romance | Nika |
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drifting into deep sleep
i trust in resurrection | Mary Jane |
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entwined
in the robin's nest
bright blue string | Joanne |
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at rest within . . .
the crescent moon | Nika |
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over the hill
distant fields glisten ‚
september dew | Mary Jane |
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morning stillness
the deer hunter follows tracks | Joanne |
| |
a scarecrow
staring blankly at the stars
orion beams back | Nika |
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to the creche
a toddler carries a crumpled rose | Mary Jane |
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faintly
from the thicket
newborn's cry | Joanne |
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beneath the bed
kittens nursing | Nika |
| |
green shoots push up
through dead matted weeds
fresh beginnings | Mary Jane |
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in her white hair
a pink and purple bow | Joanne |
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widow . . . wrapped
in a room with a view
caresses memories | Nika |
| |
wild geese far above
flee the sea storm | Mary Jane |
| |
cold autumn rain
drums steadily down
on a shed roof | Joanne |
| |
again the salmon gather
at the mouth of the river | Nika |
| |
sirens pierce
the stained glass window
nuns kneeling | Mary Jane |
| |
slow dance . . .
heartbeats race | Joanne |
| |
lovers taste
each other's sweetness
harvest moon | Nika |
| |
rust colored foliage
a fox appears disappears | Mary Jane |
| |
pensioner shares
her thanksgiving meal
with a stray cat | Joanne |
| |
war vets drink
to the "good ol' days" | Nika |
| |
snowflakes falling
falling
falling . . . snow | Mary Jane |
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april afternoon . . .
clouds come and go | Joanne |
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befuddled bee
reluctantly emerges
from the thistle | Nika |
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Handel's hallelujah chorus sounds
my drooping spirit soars | Mary Jane |
