
“Placid” by Briana Sutton
(It’s Good)
between poems
placid moments
a weightlessness
feathers the mind
words become
unimportant
no turn of a phrase
begs attention
no theme
demands focus
it’s good
just the breathing
From my book Onionskin
“Placid” by Briana Sutton
(It’s Good)
between poems
placid moments
a weightlessness
feathers the mind
words become
unimportant
no turn of a phrase
begs attention
no theme
demands focus
it’s good
just the breathing
From my book Onionskin
“The Red House” by Judith Donaghy
the smallest of frogs
keep evening large and alive
we sleep soundly
“Full Moon” Photo by Cape Cod Landscapes
shimmering landscape
white midnight
entices the notice
of sleepless old bones
philosophical questions
retreat the late light
better left to the
candlelit labor of shadows
uncommon bright moments
too special to darken
with deepthink solemnity
weightlessness wanting
no dragging of dreams
don the snowshoes
make stride through that
small easy world
spanning none but the
intimate acres of heart
with a mind free of thought
left to regulate breathing
the breath of the moon
“Peacefulness” by Georgeta Blanaru
splendid stillness
peaceful unto the sublime
the eye of the storm
“The Gloaming 2” by Randall David Tipton
deer emerge from the wood
wrens return to the nest
sensing wisely the safety
afforded by purpling sunset
when eyes of the predator
carry the least trace of trust
shadows gather like families
drinking the cool air of gloaming
that hour of graceful transition
a time to take stock mark the
blessings of nature detached from
the stresses of human-made life
Writer Lynne Sargent
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