Poetry
Queens of the Forest By Melissa Kalinowski When they rise from beds in peace with pink slippers and pearly diadems, we fall for them. Still, some fall into greed for land and take beauty captive. What spirits survive unnatural custody? Not me. Not you. It’s the...
Poetry
Shooting Stars By Melissa Kalinowski There is a Milky Way in the meadow, starry flowers in the grass, Wild lilies of the valley, Golden Alexanders, radiant beams, twinkling Feathery false lilies, clusters of Daisy Fleabane and evidence of Shooting Stars: not...
Lyrical Field Journal
A favorite time of year in June is to witness hens leading ducklings paddling around the lake. Tonight, a Mallard and brood come ashore to forage ripe, American Elm seeds from the sandy beach. These tan seeds, toasted by sunshine, are only a seasonal delicacy to feast...
Poetry
Up Early By Melissa Kalinowski Where a woodland path hides from the sun A thicket of seed lanterns shine, I wade a stream of ferns on lowland, In the trees hidden birds sing out, Starry flowers glow in their shade, A fallen log, a poet’s seat; My heart just...
Lyrical Field Journal
Hidden Labors When apple and plum trees flower in the middle of May, they give off sweet scents attracting pollinators. Before long breezes loosen their white and pink petals; the result is strewn confetti, proof of many celebrations. One of these happy events is the...
