Summer Garden

Rebecca Bowes Like gaudy girls,the scarlet poppies flingtheir skirts in the air.Sweet peas twine green fingers throughfriendly fences,beckoning each passer-bywith a come-hither scent.The gardener,in floppy hat and flowered gloves,arrives with trellis and wireto put a stop to it all.Behind her,dandelions … Continue reading

This Summer Day

Barbara Crooker That sprinkler is at it again,hissing and spitting its arcof silver, and the parchedlawn is tickled green. The airhums with the busy trafficof butterflies and bees,who navigate without lanemarkers, stop signs, directionalsignals. One of my friendssays we’re now … Continue reading

Poem: In cold spring air

Reginald Gibbons In cold           spring air the white wisp-           visible breath of           a blackbird singing—           we don’t know to un-           wrap these blind- folds we           keep thinking we are           seeing through ^ Top … Continue reading