Late Spring On The Potomac River Near Hancock, Maryland by Robert Halleck Cold water numbs legs putting canoes into the river. Partially leafed trees cover the recent remains of floods: a Styrofoam cooler, bottles, a one armed shirt. Leaning back, paddling down- stream is easy. Small Bass fooled by lures are released to someday be fooled for the last time. The … [Read more...] about Late Spring On The Potomac River Near Hancock, Maryland by Robert Halleck
Nature Poems
Crossing the Brightman Street Bridge by Cynthia Elder
Crossing the Brightman Street Bridge by Cynthia Elder Dropping down, a honey bright ball ready to bounce, the sun, as I drove toward cirrus clouds dripping in neon, reminded me of those who’d been blinded as they walked a rough-hewn road, doubting God. ### Cynthia Elder lives on the edge of Hundred Acre Cove in Barrington, Rhode Island, with her husband and … [Read more...] about Crossing the Brightman Street Bridge by Cynthia Elder
The Moon by Natalie Crick
The Moon by Natalie Crick Schools of moths descend, Pulled in by waves of light when The fields begin to steam like horses In the cool Like the hush of rainfall After the sun’s marriage to the skies. From his window, the child can see; The young moon sulking behind the sun, Disappearing beneath the moors With a final sweep of chill. An actress on … [Read more...] about The Moon by Natalie Crick
Princess by Amanda Little Rose
Princess by Amanda Little Rose There is something primal in the way she whispered winter into the rolling green meadows that were riddled with legends, and remnants of the time before Her eyes lit up the night and sprinkled starlight into moonbeams like a seed that grows into the dogwood trees by the river and beneath the gods on the mountain, Or the rolling … [Read more...] about Princess by Amanda Little Rose
Weep Willow Reeds by Konstantin Nicholas Rega
Weep Willow Reeds by Konstantin Nicholas Rega After rain the earth has forgotten where it keeps you. But I disturb my pocket and retrieve a flute from the dark hollow I have dug with greedy fingers. Bone-white, for it is bone— your bone— that I have carved to go deedle deedle dee. Day to day I sit under a tree, its branches tangled leaves overhanging and … [Read more...] about Weep Willow Reeds by Konstantin Nicholas Rega