“A Gloomy and Beautiful Day”
Lylajean Bariso
White and pink above marble stone
Could be your finest blossom known.
Under white sky and crooked branch,
We grow beside invention’s scratch.
It seems to thrive across the frame;
A sort of power is ordained
When colored patterns stretch beyond
The fractals we can look upon.
The secret world becomes revealed
From tiny homes in floating fields
Where diverse creatures look for life
Immersed in different shades of wine.
Your sweetness gives me some belief
That could press on despite our grief.
And looming over us, you still
Do bring us beauty and warm smells.
The gentle fragrance and the touch
Still teaches me, this far, so much
About the wonderful, robust
Life that could be sustained as such
With primitive man and his liking
For forms of nature and bare life.
“A Spring Transition”
Joanne Haner
After the rainfall,
Comes the joy of May flowers.
Refrigerator.
“Subtle Spring”
Jimmy He
Glass droplets hang on slanted blades.
Delicate colored saucers unfold with ease.
A rustle of wind, a laugh conveyed,
A subtle scent, shifting with the breeze.
Delicate colored saucers unfold with ease.
Upon the earthy soil, interwoven with roots,
A subtle scent, shifting with the breeze.
Speckles of pollen float, silent and minute.
Upon the earth soil, interwoven with roots,
Green slivers peek into the overarching sun.
Speckles of pollen float, silent and minute,
Between thin silver threads, all freshly spun.
Green slivers peek into the overarching sun.
A rustle of wind, a laugh conveyed,
Between thin silver threads, all freshly spun.
Glass droplets hang on slanted blades.
