Caprice
Wind scampers across the porch
and shakes bright ivy.
Open the door and unwrap
the bright face of morning.
Jean McLeod
Caprice
Wind scampers across the porch
and shakes bright ivy.
Open the door and unwrap
the bright face of morning.
Jean McLeod
Tax Season
doing time
digits squeezed into cells
hands barred
from the weaving of words
ie mcgavock
My Notebook
Perpetually empty;
eternally plenty
of pristine pages, saved
for thoughts better than these.
Jonathan Batteas
Brief Shower
Rain staggers thru the dust,
leaving drunken footsteps.
Dan Fitzgerald