Union Street by Miriam Levine

Union Streetby Miriam Levine The calm fall night when blazing leaves were invisibleand the curtain of the living room windowblurred the gold dome of the capitol buildingrecognizable though beautifully clouded;and three windows of the house on Centre Streetalso came through but these in pale blue;and I thought everything is in its place—hushed and muted, evenContinue reading “Union Street by Miriam Levine”

Binghamton Lights by Julene Waffle

Binghamton Lightsby Julene Waffle From the outskirts of the city,before the street lights and electric billboardsstop The Milky Way at street level,cell phone and radio towersshimmer, like the Seven Dwarfs’ mine,illumined by sweat and hard work,all rubies and diamonds, stark againstthe cold night sky. Darkness has settled in and covers the factory graysof old shoeContinue reading “Binghamton Lights by Julene Waffle”

Captiva by Cathy Barber

Captivaby Cathy Barber Herons and egrets land below our balcony.White pelicans brush the waterin that half-V formationthey seem to have half-copied from Canada geese.From our porch, we relish the day-long silence,dotted only by a fish’s flopor an osprey’s single shriek.Our quiet ends just before sunset,when charter boats motor into the bay.The boats are jampacked withContinue reading “Captiva by Cathy Barber”

Manzanita Lake by Penelope Moffet

Manzanita Lakeby Penelope Moffet Shallow Sierra lake more sun-warmed than mostthough still fed by snow-melt. Maybe mild in summerbut not in late September, sun ready to go down,water mirroring trees and mountains. I edge in,feet sliding over stones and muck, skincringing into liquid cold enough to form another skin.He says to himself, “Am I doingContinue reading “Manzanita Lake by Penelope Moffet”

Ghosts in the Garden by Andrena Zawinski

Ghosts in the GardenEpistle from The Battery, Charleston, South Carolinaby Andrena Zawinski From the city carriage house, from my window inside the piazza,from here I think I hear them. And there are two of them movingabout below inside a shuffle of whispers. There is a girlish burstof giggles lilting Gullah tongues. I imagine them there,Continue reading “Ghosts in the Garden by Andrena Zawinski”

Karla Linn Merrifield, Sonnet from Sandy’s Deck

Sonnet from Sandy’s Deckby Karla Linn Merrifield The many redeye jet flightsto the lower 48 statesare departing Anchorage as I sit en plein air belowtheir road, aware I will beaboard one such vessel tomorrow— but not now because I sip lastof Alaskan fireweed madnessand local pinot noir tasting of poetry in larch and spruceand almostContinue reading “Karla Linn Merrifield, Sonnet from Sandy’s Deck”

Yosemite: A Triptych by Mark A. Fisher

Yosemite: A Triptychby Mark A. Fisher once I went to Yosemite to see rocks and once to see the trees where wildflowers could feel the vast time immense and ancient fill all the meadows with moraines filling the valley hollowed out and left by glaciers lichen covered grown green fading away Mother nature drawing thousandsContinue reading “Yosemite: A Triptych by Mark A. Fisher”

The Dawning by Jeannie E. Roberts

The Dawning by Jeannie E. Roberts Just beyond the six-panel dock daybreak resonates with electricity. Hydropower enlivens the rising light. There’s a fine mist on Lake Wissota and the dam answers with firefly-like glow. I awoke for this moment when the heavens attend to washes of color balance in blends of orange / apricot amberContinue reading “The Dawning by Jeannie E. Roberts”

Antelope Canyon, Arizona by Jeanie Greenfelder

Antelope Canyon, Arizonaby Jeanie Greenfelder Our Navajo guide Mike shows no mercyfor the fourteen greenhorns in his Jeep.On this bucking bronco, we bounceacross the red desert to Antelope Canyon, a slot canyon with tall, narrow passagewayscarved by rain eroding sandstone.Mike points to graffiti and bullet holesfrom before the Tribe took charge. He sticks to hisContinue reading “Antelope Canyon, Arizona by Jeanie Greenfelder”

The Fading Season by Ken Hartke

The Fading Season by Ken Hartke The fading season — when all the trees have darkened but before the early snow — I build a fire in the grate and find that unfinished book. The new morning chill draws me to the coffee pot. The fire still has warmth. Today’s sky is bright and clear,Continue reading “The Fading Season by Ken Hartke”