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Sketchbook

Cinquain


A Viceroy Butterfly

Viceroy
over the phlox,
the fanning wings soundless—
a tiny fragment of sunset
alights.

Zhanna P. Rader



The Nature of Things

White clouds
becoming black…
and soon the storm begins…
The sky’s been mimicking my life
these days.

Zhanna P. Rader



Alone

Words, black
on white paper,
that say, "I'm leaving you."
Since then my life's a colorless,
blank page.

Zhanna P. Rader



In the Passenger Car

Blinding
winter landscape
switched off as the train’s loud
“toot-toot!” dives into a tunnel’s
dark throat.

Zhanna P. Rader



A Country-Side Visitor

Magpie—
its black and white
colors match those of the
March landscape… Soon the last snow will
be gone.

Zhanna P. Rader

 

Harvesters

Young deer
standing alert
between fence row and woods
blend with the brown, laden cornstalks—
waiting.

John Daleiden



Just Before Frost

I pick
the last apple
in cold October winds—
through wet orchard grass Venus guides
my feet.

John Daleiden


Renewal

love tryst
in gold moonlight—
all night our long embrace,
a feast cut short at dawn's morning
harvest

John Daleiden


Día de Los Muertos

Portal
between seasons:
with harvest riches stored
we light dead souls to their sweet rest . . .
candles

John Daleiden



Let Us Pretend To Be Royalty 

Goblins
come to my door—
a prince and his consort
dance a ditty for their beggar's
sweet fare.

John Daleiden

After The Leaves Fall

I hear
bare tree branches 
whisper at windy dusk—
prelude to the fall of winter
snow flakes.

John Daleiden


"To Silvia Let Us Garlands Bring"

. . . and all 
her delights fill 
the fantasies of young 
roués sequestered in dark rooms 
alone.

John Daleiden

 

In His Room on Veteran's Day

folded
flag kept along
with his old service tags—
I watch a leaf fall from the bough
outside

Deborah P. Kolodji
 


Moonlight Sonata

clear notes
after sunset,
piano serenade—
an unknown musician weaving
my dreams

Deborah P. Kolodji



Pumpkin Picking

the kids
run through the patch
point at this one or that—
I try to keep up, camera
ready

Deborah P. Kolodji

 


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