Poetry
On a Summer’s Day For Kirsten Yellow spears of loosestrife band together and march along the creek, songs of cardinals descend from trees, the stream, a timekeeper, of its course rolls over bathing stones and logs and finally joins the beach, sands as soft as...
Poetry
About the Future By Melissa Kalinowski When in a dream I find myself in the forest of green darkness, I’m not afraid; buttercups glow like fireflies in the night sky, there’s goodness. A monarch is my metaphor— life changes with a simple turn of wings. Fast...
Poetry
Tree, Crooked Rock & Flames By Melissa Kalinowski Where the pine on a crooked rock shades and shelters music sounding from the cascades, wildflowers begin and wander deep into the woods. What surprises come next? Utter their names: Anemone Maianthemum...
Poetry
At Lakeside By Melissa Kalinowski If I were to tell you about the nest a pair of tree swallows leave, in turn, as high-speed flashes of light veering, swooping, capturing flies for their brood— I’ll tell you about last Fall when another bird discovered...
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...
