Rose Mary Boehm: Summer Trance
As large as the hill, I become a green, languid
animal, a soft giant with giant eyes, become
green love. Fat bees buzz in my lavender bushes
June 17, 2024 · 10 Comments
Richard Levine: Spring Ephemerals
We are met in this clearing, on this hill,
a breeze pronouncing itself in the still
bare tree crowns.
May 14, 2024 · 1 Comment
Michael T. Young: Two Poems
we never see that ball of light cradled
in their green palms
April 27, 2024 · 14 Comments
Naomi Shihab Nye: Bees Were Better
I studied bees, who were able
to convey messages through dancing
and could find their ways
home to their hives
April 20, 2024 · 5 Comments
Chard deNiord: April
There is a new quality in the air: a sweet
fragrance from the first flowers—that smell
spring passes under your nose to wake you
again, more than wake you, stir you
April 14, 2024 · 7 Comments
Lisa Zimmerman: Florida Storm
By the time a soft wind arrives from the sea
it has ruffled the fur of hundreds of mammals
March 11, 2024 · 13 Comments
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