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The Birth of an Urban Tree
A gift from squirrels
Pinecones on my porch
Ragged broom sweeps them
away as dust
One sails higher
than the others,
dropping like a seed
Andreas Gripp, CA
3 Above Zero, New Year's Day
Outside my door
snow melts to water
Messages of peace
from our leaders
Sunlight slumbers
behind the clouds
Slush and puddles freeze
Andreas Gripp, CA
Rush Hour
Congested cars
clog my line of sight
My idling Plymouth
is among them
The truck ahead
coughs caustic smoke
Kyoto beckons
Andreas Gripp, CA
On Translating the end of a
Yama Green Tea bag
Paper stapled
with Japanese script
Tea seeping slowly
like puffs of fog
Flavour strengthens
as I ponder
a distant message
Andreas Gripp, CA
Landisfarne Gospels
painting patterns
illuminated
picture manuscripts
of knots and links
animal shapes
weave in and out
of biblical seams
Karina Klesko, US
"Lauds"
the hat lady
on Sunday morning
touched by winter sun
a novena sung
whiskied water
and broken bread
purchased over time
Karina Klesko, US
On the Curbside
This winter wreath
in snow-colored wind
a ring discarded
moonlit needles
the night hanging
'round a circle—
one light for the world
Karina Klesko, US
Polished By The Years
tall trees
three dimensional
diamond latticed
white and gray bark
on a wood deck
ladder-back chairs—
sun-tipped winter days
Karina Klesko, US
Circles
in the Elders
an empty bird's nest
filled with colored leaves—
this perfect branch
the sun's garland
of winter days
wrapped in a cocoon
Karina Klesko
Reflections
a band of light
across southern pines
cast playful shadows
near their roots
the pond's surface
ripples of sound—
a falcon circles
greening branches
all at once the sun
bursts out of darkness
an infant's cry
desiring heart—
the spider weaves
an old lullaby
Karina Klesko, US
Shanzi
rows of willow
weeping side by side
a homestead sheltered
composed within
young faces pressed
to panes of glass
scripting what's without
Gerry Bravi, US
January Thaw
from the gray skies
a dreary day rain
remnants of snow
melt to autumn green
in these colors
lurk the silent
thrust of hyacinths
John Daleiden
The Marksman
in the garden
the lark sings to her
listening from afar
he hears their airs
oh, spiteful love—
his arrows strike
with cupidity
John Daleiden
In This Time Of Discontent
winter garden
drifts with new snow
the sparrows peck dried
red sedum blooms
like the sparrow
my hunger grows
with your absent hours.
John Daleiden
Prayer For My True Love
be unlike her
beloved lady
my milky white pearl
be a pure gem
unlike the moon—
an inconstant,
fickle shape above
John Daleiden
Eulogy For The SAGO,
W.VA. Coal Miners*
below the ground
in coal, black darkness
through sunny days
coal miners toil
in one bright flash
their fate is sealed
breathing deadly gas
*January 5,2006
John Daleiden
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