Plum Tree Tavern

by Catherine McGuire in the tree when it’s fallen? Lying on the grass, first brittle then slime? Does it recall its brash emergence, a...

by Yvonne Vinstra Where human greed and commerce mix and merge Trees fall, birds lose, such is the lyre bird. Alone he sings his own dep...

by Jessica McKenna Who knows which bark cracks before us now, castoff limb from hurricane, or ill-use, dropped to the floor among twi...

by Margarita Serafimova The pheasants, ships of the forest, in voices dense, green, bearded, utter cries, trumpeting that other life is...

by Taylor Graham They used to haul logs to the mill across this gorge, landscape of “unfavorable configuration” for the projects of man....

by Jessica McKenna Scent of fish, wriggling still-wet-alive and how like a fish, you glide deep in water-folds, buried dark where ligh...

by Suzanne Cottrell                                                                   Red River Valley natives Served as prairie borders ...

by Margarita Serafimova Brown feathers are gleaming, the eagles are coming down over the forest, purple forest, bare forest. Standing ...

by Taylor Graham Forest unravels the old logging spur since the last load was hauled away. Here’s hint of a trail to Clear Creek where ...

by Arthur Mitchell In blue heron’s eye the Autumn moon climbs the sky

by Kersten Christianson Paws reach for salmon- berry branch, rough tongue brushes against spring greens, cane and bud.  Verb:  to consu...

byTaylor Graham Standing off my dog in the swale, a young pointed buck. Morning too dim to say how many seasons he’s circled us in his ...

by Tricia Knoll Running the arroyo as the sun rises, too many perfect stones to pocket in no-pocket shorts. Horse hoof prints sprawl u...

by David Subacchi The smell of burning pine comes first Before black smoke columns Twisting  upwards Appear on the horizon And even a...

by Kersten Christianson Soon those blue- berry moon picking fingers will stain bright violet hues.  You forage in the light of the be...

by Tim Staley 3 lean coyotes blend in to the blond canyon. Their heads are low between their shoulders. No people are here. A weak li...

by Chris Butler Color outside the lines with magical markers to create new hues of bruised black and blue, graffiti city property by...

by Trivarna Hariharan In the branches       of a blossoming amaranth— there is a bird      chafed by whose song, even stones     ...

by Deborah P Kolodji fallen cone from the sugar pine broken clouds

by A.K. Kelly when she comes at you in full force, take her beauty in strides. when you go, leave her as she was. ​in fact, ​leave noth...

by Jari Thymian inside forest service greenhouses thousands of two-inch seedlings hope like wind through mountains a stump in the p...

by Deborah P Kolodji the lake filled with four thousand stars stillness

by Ion Corcos Broad wings slow, white breast swoop, over grassland, dunes, and rugged beach. Feet thrust forward, it dives, nears th...

by Stefanie Bennett If the sky had a voice I envisage We’d buckle under The bent-over Exit wounds Just as The willow Does In brig...

by C. Z. Heyward it was time to leave wings of the sparrow loping through juniper berries caress my lids into submission she's n...

by Megan Merchant The rain sheets. Mud lips over blacktop, washing out our road. I wake before he stirs, before he warms an arm around...

by Chris Butler The old go for a brisk morning walk in the park covered in tombstones in the greatest waste of real estate space si...

by Ion Corcos A lizard lies impaled on a snapped twig, its dead body slight in the silver of the bark, the crevice of the branch a ...

by M.J. Iuppa Sitting quietly in our canoe, we cast our thoughts upon the pond’s mirror caught in consolation of clouds, searching for...

by Ben Rasnic A golden glow emanates from white sails & the breaking waves against the fading sky. Burnt orange spawns atomic ri...

Blue Ridge North Carolina Day Lily Sunset from the St. Simon's pier

by Dan Fecht A hermit crab traverses the sands Of driftwood On a beach of sea debris. Crab has a new shell; old root beer soda cap

by Denny E. Marshall Car earth Still waiting For oil change

by Suzanne Cottrell Hiking Holly Point Trail Sunlight streams through Slippery Elm, Black Walnut, Water Oak, Bitternut Hickory

by Carl Mayfield lizard's tongue     touching the water                  once

by Gary Beck Evolution trained the ballerina tree to dance when the wind blew music to its leaves. The arboreal ballet, as elegant as ...

by Michael Estabrook In the back yard a ragged row of rose bushes stretches from fence to fence salmon, yellow, orange, pink, pinker, ...

by Eric Fram In day's dissolve orange squares slap with blue through dull grains of graying dusk.

by Adrian Slonaker Dazzling, zigzagging zests of pearly-soft seafoam green, gracing the homecoming of starlit blue-blackness after its ...

Magnolia with matches Twilight on the lake Rose

by Michelle Holland The young, Walatowa ranger talks about his discovery, a gangly tangle of twin elk calves in late spring. The prairie...

by Al Ortolani I try to spot for the youngest climber as I stand below the thickest fork where I think if he’s going to fall he will. T...

by Ed Higgins Lithe in one another’s arms beneath tall grey-green eucalyptus their porcelain smooth trunks shedding sun-peeled bark, ...

by Michael H. Brownstein In the sweet wish of day, a scone of buttercup and dew, a lisp of cloud, a wash of sky— in the heat of the va...

by Stephen A. Rozwenc limitless space through which to pursue the divine healing mystery beyond thought feeling language and form t...

by Stephen Toft evening chill a field of echoing crows

by Michelle Holland Above the year round spring, lush with grass and cat tails, even in this dry season, the path flattens onto a small ...

by Divya Manikandan Today I see the heavens have their dalliance with the waves Provocative, capricious, fervent and everything in betwee...