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Deborah P. Kolodji, US
On Ground
Hog's Day
Shadow
of winter weeks
impending, predicted—
a stubborn daffodil raises
its bloom.
Balboa Park
in February
Orchids
among wet ferns
as I wander alone—
are there raindrops in the greenhouse
or tears?
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John Daleiden, US
Mirror Cinquain
We, The People
In ships,
crowded, huddled,
we sailed from despised lands—
a land of immigrants destined
for birth.
Our trust
tested by hardship and great strife—
far from our old grim homes,
we plowed new fields,
and dreamed.
For You
Love songs,
February
anthems, bubble from hearts—
from the doldrums of winter dregs,
Spring dawns.
A
Breakfast Note
Just so
you know, my dear,
the roses are for you—
be ready for dinner at eight
tonight.
Obscure
In The Clouds
Before
I met you, love
was a distant mountain,
an unreachable Everest,
remote.
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Hortensia Anderson, US
Double-reverse Cinquain
Chelsea Flowers
How the
pale peony
mingles with hyacinth,
the slightest trace of roses on
my wrist.
And then,
faintly, on a dark, moonless night
orange blossoms echo
the fragrance of
Spring days.
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Terra Martin, CA
A Homecoming
My porch
wraps ‘round the house—
its warm welcoming arms
embracing with love all who live
inside.
On a Beach
White dunes—
blanketed folds
cover the sandcastles
of summer's dreams in a desert
of snow.
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