Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

Acropolis
under the shadows
dust

Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

lakeside
early morning cries
of a loon

Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

wrapped
in the colors of autumn
the river

Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

in the center
of the pasture
a lone tree of crows

Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

in the Maple trees
where winter was
spring

Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

late December
shivering spirits
of the cornfields

Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

claiming
the sunrise
barnyard rooster

Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

autumn morn
canaries find something
to sing about

LInes

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

circling seagulls
welcome sign
rusting into fall

Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

how are you doing
I asked the turtle
but he was dead

Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

concrete hedges painted green

Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

a bloom of jellyfish when the ocean warms

Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

plastic litter becomes the beach

Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

each generation
changes
the river's name

Lines

by Roberta Beach Jacobson

she hid all her secrets
in a yogurt cup
- then she recycled it