Sunday, April 30, 2017

Editor's Thoughts/Carry On--By Karen O'Leary--United States

Dear Whispers’ Friends,

You are my writing family, friends I feel honored to share the gift of words with.  As we regroup, we will find our way forward.  I hope you will enjoy reading some of my poetry in May.  If you have any suggestions, please send them to me with the subject of WHISPERS’ SUGGESTION.  As a growing creative community, our fabric is woven of many voices—each yarn a different hue.  That makes us special.

This poem captures the essence of what I would like to share with you today.  Many of you are familiar with this piece, but I hope it will still convey something meaningful.

Carry On

Some days are long;
the road gets tough.
We give it our all
and that is enough.

Friends share our toils
and carry us through.
We learn about love
and generosity too.

We sing of the gift
of a warm embrace.
It lifts our burden
from a weary place.

We learn to look
for others in need.
With grateful hearts,
we spread love’s seed.

Some days are long;
the road is tough.
We give our best
and that is enough.

Wishing you the best always, my friends.  My thoughts and prayers go with you.


Karen O’Leary
Whispers’ Editor

Bilingual Haiku--By--Chen-ou Liu--Canada

wolf moon
a stranger's smell
on her body


cherry blossom rain
her fragrance lingers
in my mind


those three words
then silence ...
a gap in the clouds

然後一陣沉默 ...

a dragonfly pauses
between sunshine  and shade
to stay or to go


drift of a leaf ...
the end
of my shift work

漂泊的一片葉子 ...

Chen-ou Liu is the author of four books, including Following the Moon to the Maple Land (First Prize Winner of the 2011 Haiku Pix Chapbook Contest). His tanka and haiku have been honored with many awards. To read more of his poems, please go to Poetry in the Moment,  

The Owl and the Fish--By Jack Horne--England

The Owl and the Fish

I asked an owl which way to go; 
alas, she didn't seem to know. 
A fish was swimming by my side 
and said he'd always be my guide.

Jack Horne enjoys reading and writing poetry.

In Review…--Gerald Heyder--United States

My family was my treasure,
yes, they were beyond measure.
They are gone like yesterday
and can never return.
Oh, what memories to fill
my heart and soul album,
my emptiness weighs a ton.
People put flowers on graves
then depart and forget.
I prefer flowers in my heart
where they’re set in cement.
My life has run amuck
like a limping duck,
stuck on the ground
I cannot fly to be
Bound for heaven’s glory,
I’m a sad sorry story.

(Where your treasure is
there will your heart be also.
—Sermon on the Mount)

Gerald Heyder is a published poet from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Ambrosia--By Paul Callus--Malta


Beside the gurgling stream
I sit upon the grass
and watch the shards of glass
(reflected rays that gleam)
alone, as I daydream
below the clouds that pass.

Away from urban din
it’s peaceful all around
except for nature’s sound
that flows along akin
to music soft within
where strings of joy are found.

My senses taste with greed
and on ambrosia feed.

Paul Callus is a Maltese author who writes both in Maltese and English. He has contributed to several anthologies. Apart from poetry he writes lyrics for songs and has published two books, one a story book aimed at children (related to his experience as a teacher) and a historical book based on research.

A Fading Memory--By Eleanor Michael--United States

A Fading Memory

I enlist the help
of a wind-up timer
and reminder lists.
The timer wakes me
if I doze, reminds me
to check food left
cooking on the stove.

Reminder lists function
as a guide to leftovers
in the big deep freeze
as well as what I need
from the grocery store.
This only goes bad
if I forget to buy
a new “to do” pad.

Eleanor Michael has published poetry and short stories in a variety of venues.

Haiku--By John McDonald--Scotland

grandfather's house -
stripping wallpaper
finding a strange language

barn dance -
on silver strings
spider polkas

in the window
...both of us waning

of a distant daffodil

John McDonald is a retired stone-mason who came to haiku in the mid-nineties. He fell in love with the genre immediately. Being a writer in the Scots language this genre fitted so well with Scots: a language steeped in rural life and having a natural succinctness to it. John has his own blog in Scots, with English versions:  He enjoys being involved in translations, working with the very fine Irish poet Gabriel Rosenstock on various ventures, the most recent being translations into Irish and Scots of the great haiku poet Buson: Moon over Tagoto and has appeared in many anthologies.

Freedom--By Tom Davis--United States


Brown leaves, curled and frost covered
Crunch beneath my feet
Morning air crackles
Its freshness burns my nose

By a fallen tree, I sit
I turn for my father
He is not there
I cradle his Winchester
Shafts of light beam down
Dotting the forest floor 

Ringing echoes down the hall
I swing my feet to the floor
I rise to face a cloudy mirror
Eyes, empty as a beggar’s cup
Stare back,
Turning, I stretch to my toes
And grind my fists into my back
I plod the cement floor
To grasp cold bars

Another day begins

In his younger years, Tom Davis served as a Special Force Combat Diver. It seems to him that he spent more time on, in, and under the water than as a landlubber. This and other adventures he has written about in his memoir, The Most Fun I Ever Had With My Clothes On: A March From Private to Colonel.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Summer Rain--By Maurice J. Reynolds--United States

Summer Rain

Dark clouds fill the sky,
the opening act for the
thunder and lightening
show waiting to take stage,
threatening all the fixings
of a fierce storm, until the
warm air and sparkling light
arrive with a change of plans,
ordering a gentle summer rain.

Maurice J. Reynolds is a freelance writer who has had material published in various publications. He is the owner of To God be the Glory! Publications, a literary ministry that produces the poetry publication Creative Inspirations.  More information can be found at:

Calliope--By Christine Tate--United States


The heavenly calliope
God's ballad of love,
an ethereal melody
sent down from above.
It permeates the spirit
and the mind consoles,
fills one with peace
and soothes the soul.
The ear finds pleasure
and His children rejoice
upon hearing the sound
of God's beautiful voice!

(Calliope means "beautiful voice")

Christine Tate has been writing since 1994. She's the mother of 3 sons and has 8 grandchildren. She was widowed in 2007 and met her husband Artie, a widower with 6 children & 12 grandchildren, in a nursing facility where their mothers resided. They've been happily married 4 1/2 years. They describe their meeting as "God's divine appt." because of their faith, and the fact that they swore they'd never marry again. 

At the Seaside--By Claudia Messelodi--Italy

At the Seaside--English

A ship sails
from the shining shore; 
shimmering sea waves
spread secrets and shells all around 
on the sleeping sand;
the seagull's shout
soothes our sorrows
as we sit in the shifting shade
of a scampish sun,
wrapped in the stifling shroud
of sweetish sweat -
sensing our soul solitude,
sipping the salty sap of the summer.


In riva al mare—Italian

Una nave salpa
dalla sponda splendente,
onde luccicanti
cospargono la sabbia addormentata
di conchiglie e segreti,
il richiamo del gabbiano
lenisce i nostri lamenti
mentre sediamo nell'ombra fluttuante 
di un sole pazzerello,
avvolti in un soffocante sudario
dal gusto dolciastro -
avvertendo la solitudine dell’anima,
sorseggiando la linfa salata dell'estate.


Previously published in Of Sun and Sand, Kind of a Hurricane Press, June 2013.


Claudia Messelodi lives in Italy where she works as a foreign language teacher at a secondary school. She is the author of five poetry collections. She loves writing haiku and other short forms of poetry both in English and Italian and sometimes in other foreign languages too. Her poetry has appeared in many anthologies and publications over the last few years and was also honored with several awards.

“Have It Your Way”*--By Renee’ Drummond-Brown--United States

“Have It Your Way”*

Two all beef prose
Special words
On a
Stanza seed bun.

Dedicated To: “You Deserve a Break Today”*
*McDonald’s Corporation Slogans

Renee’ Drummond-Brown, is an accomplished poetess/writer. She is a graduate of Geneva College (CUBM) with experience in creative writing. She is working on her fourth book and has numerous works published globally. Her love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through her very unique style of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by non-other than Dr. Maya Angelou, because of her, Renee’ pledges “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Paint the World--By Phyllis Babcock--Canada

Paint the World

We paint our own colorful skies
Viewing them only through our eyes
We see and hear of greed, hate, anger and pain
Tales of valor, strength, fortitude and gain
We build our character to guide us along the way
Turbulence helps to cleanse our souls each day
Taking so much for granted in our routine life
Sometimes blinded by the world in its strife
We paint our own world in a colorful hues
Color can change quickly and spoil the view.

Phyllis Babcock was born in Saskatchewan, Canada in 1951 and currently resides in Regina with her husband. She has been blessed with two wonderful sons and daughter-in-laws. She has two grandsons and two granddaughters. She started writing poetry in 2004 and joined Poetry Soup site in 2006. She has been published in two anthologies, On Butterfly Wings and Snippets. Her work has also appeared on and in a local seniors’ newspaper. She feels writing has been a wonderful journey, meeting many new poets and writers along the way.

There is a problem on our block--By Kelley White--United States

There is a problem on our block

The old woman
who drives the gold 1963 Ford Falcon
found a litter of kittens in her hosta bushes.
The mother moved the kittens
three times, first to the empty dog house,
where the woman had laid a carpet remnant,
then to a hole she had dug near the stone fence,
then to somewhere quite unknown.
Kids found the mother
dead, run-over in the street.
Miss Emma has all the unemployed men
in the neighborhood out searching.
They are climbing ladders
and crawling under porches.
They are opening broken doors
and shining lights into abandoned houses.
Everyone is listening very very carefully.
She has me searching too.

Pediatrician Kelley White worked in inner city Philadelphia and now works in rural New Hampshire. Her poems have appeared in journals including Exquisite Corpse, Rattle and JAMA. Her most recent books are Toxic Environment (Boston Poet Press) and Two Birds in Flame (Beech River Books.) She received a 2008 Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grant.

Love, Hope and Fidelity--By Ndongolera C. Mwangupili--Malawi

Love, Hope and Fidelity

Like wine, let our love mature with time
For time tells the tales of time.

Like a seed, let our hope shoot out
For, from a shoot, fruits shoot out.

Like light, let our fidelity brighten our journey
For our destiny needs a bright journey

Ndongolera C. Mwangupili works as a Senior Inspector of Schools in Malawi. He has vast experience as a teacher of English and Bible Knowledge. Many of his short stories, poems and essays have been published in the Malawi News and Weekend Nation. His stories are anthologized in Modern Stories from Malawi and The Bachelor of Chikanda and Other Stories. His poem “The Genesis” was anthologized in The Time Traveller of Maravi: New Poetry from Malawi. His other poem “Letters to a Comrade” is published online in India on He believes that there is a thin line between fiction and reality. All that people write is a re-creation of what is already known to the writer and exists not only in the mind of the writer but also outside the writer, therefore, fiction is actually facts written as if they are not facts. He is married to Angella, and they have two daughters Mary Magdalena and Princess Cleopatra.

Poetry Moments--By Robert P. Hansen--United States

dense fog
the sun

newborn butterfly
crumpled wings

hummingbird nest
three eggs
no bird

calm day
the scarecrow
scared stiff

Robert P. Hansen has published several novels (primarily fantasy and science fiction) and collections of short stories and poetry.  Visit his blog ( for descriptions, excerpts, and links to his work.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Looking Out to Spectacle Island in April--By Marianne Szlyk--United States

Looking Out to Spectacle Island in April

The beach this time of year
is nothing but rocks.
She ignores the man
who is placing one
on top of the other,
trying to balance them.

She ignores his dog.

She is waiting for the summer
of swimming in shallow water,
baseball on the radio,
and the reggae ice cream truck
with its flavors
of soursop, mango, and rum raisin.

She is waiting.

Marianne Szlyk is the editor of The Song Is... , an associate poetry editor at Potomac Review, and a professor of English at Montgomery College. Her second chapbook, I Dream of Empathy, was published by Flutter Press. Her poems have appeared in a variety of online and print venues, including Silver Birch Press, Cactifur, Of/with, bird's thumb, Truck, Algebra of Owls, The Blue Mountain Review, and Yellow Chair Review. Her first chapbook is available (for free) through Kind of a Hurricane Press:   

Freedom--By Diana Dalton--United States


Free your mind one belief at a time
Letting them flow in love's glow
Just a movie scene upon a screen
Relax, let go, enjoy the show

Diana Dalton was born in England. She grew up loving the county side which later developed and inspired her desire to capture those beautiful moments which she does through her poetry, her spiritual nature and photography. Though not a prolific writer Diana has had her poems read on Dutch radio, and has been featured in some American compilations of poetry. She will dabble and challenge herself with some recognized forms, yet most often, Diana likes the freedom of words and will take some poetic license even to inventing nonexistent words together with her husband and fellow poet, Yancy Dalton.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Partners in Poetry--ayaz daryl nielsen and Peggy Dugan French, United States

can’t turn away
By ayaz daryl nielsen and Peggy Dugan French, United States

things will blend together, as they do
you can’t turn away
new beginnings approaching
true Spring has yet to set in
your memory returns with the iris
endowing and inhabiting
I smile at the thought of us…

Porcelain--By Darrell Herbert--United States



            perfect porcelain skin


Rivulets nice down cheeks

The night         mare’s  steady              gait punctures the day

Dreaming of an end

                                                            to the   e n d l e s s

Crawling out, crawling

Blinking under the bright fluorescent lights.

Darrell Herbert is a poet-songwriter, humanitarian, author, and activist. He is a nationally recognized poet.

Beyond the Mirror--By Glenda Frazier--United States

Beyond the Mirror

Looking through a distorted mirror
I stare closer to see my scars
People told me I was beautiful
But they couldn’t see my tainted heart

As I peer deeper into my eyes
My flaws manifested through my flesh
All my blemishes from life’s struggles
Brand me from my painful past

The fear of rejection, sicknesses and failures
Bruises inflicted from everyday stress
Yet my image couldn’t portray the peace I felt
Despite my ordeals, I held on tightly to my faith
At last I saw my true beauty through perfect eyes
Displayed was my perfection from a loving God
Who told me my scars gave me tough skin
Scars far more valuable because they were deep

He showed me how Jesus healed my many wounds
I wear them now as a badge of honor
A vision of loveliness far more stunning to behold
My tough skin can no longer be broken                                             

Glenda Frazier and her husband Andre reside in Pace, Florida.  She has been writing poetry for over 20 years and has finally compiled some of them in her most recent book, Poems that Bleed.  She enjoys writing and spending time with her family and friends.  God has instructed her to share her book of poems as an inspirational tool to witness to the lives of her readers.

Friday, April 21, 2017

mosaic of dreams and hope--By Jeanette Nel le Roux--South Africa

mosaic of dreams and hope

if restlessness never ceases in the soul
how do we know when the circle of youth is complete -
at what age are we defined as old
old enough to die?

life and love - an exciting epoch
beautiful, like flowers in springtime
but they never last without rain
and weather in storms

endless graveyards are built by man -
some are parthenons for the dead
but what should be erected for those
who are dead but still exist?

let's build a mosaic of dreams and hope
on a pedestal of non-death –
a catharsis - a jubilation
for being alive

Jeanette Nel le Roux lives in the tranquil town of Mossel Bay on the beautiful Garden Route in South Africa since 1990.  She is a real estate agent since 1976, divorced in 2007, has 3 daughters and a son.  Jeanette's home language is Afrikaans, but she writes in both English and Afrikaans.  She has a poetry group on Facebook called "Jeanette Nel le Roux Poetry".  Jeanette seriously started writing poetry when her soulmate died in 2009.  She is published in several poetry books, together with other poets, but she will publish one of her own in the near future.

Children in the Sky--By Michael Lee Johnson--United States

Children in the Sky 

There is a full moon,
distant in this sky tonight,

Gray planets planted
on an aging white, face.

Children, living and dead,
love the moon with small hearts.

Those in heaven already take gold thread,
drop the moon down for us all to see.

Those alive with us, look out
their bedroom windows tonight,
we smile, then prayers, then sleep.

Michael Lee Johnson is a poet, editor, publisher, freelance writer, amateur photographer, small business owner in Itasca, Illinois.  He has been published in more than 880 small press magazines in 27 countries, and he edits 10 poetry sites.  Michael is the author of The Lost American:  From Exile to Freedom, several chapbooks of poetry, including From Which Place the Morning Rises and Challenge of Night and Day, and Chicago.  See his website for more about him     

Thursday, April 20, 2017


Dear Whispers’ Family,

The April writing activity has featured a two-pronged emphasis: writing about a specific theme: Springtime, as we sharpened our skills in the art of Rhyming Couplets. I expected a robust response to this fun activity and this was truly the case. Thank you to all who sent in poems. Let’s enjoy the happiness of the season wrapped in ribbons of poetry. Please join in the fun by clicking the “reply” button and commenting.

Michael Escoubas, Whispers’ Features Editor

On the Eve of Palm Sunday

Shoppers pause by the garden store –           
green-fingered incentives galore

By the plants, one woman gazes
then chooses white saxifrages

“The fragrance will evade his smell,
They’re for my husband’s grave, she tells.”     

Mary Gunn, Ireland

Spring Warning

All birdfeeders must now come down
Now that the bears have come around

They’re hungry, looking for a feed
They’ll flip the feeders, spill out seed

And make a mess of your new garden
And never ask you for a pardon.
Kelley J. White, United States

Walking Through Woods in Spring

Cool rainy Spring, firm harbinger for days
of heat and humidity ahead, stays
third place on my chart of pleasing seasons.
Hopelessness quickly sprouts two more reasons:
Ticks, sand fleas come out leaping and hopping.
Of their itchy bites, there be no stopping.

Barbara Robinette--United States


Little Bird!  Little Bird!
Have you heard not a word

It’s Absurd, Little Bird
Tom Cat stirred, Tom Cat purred

Not a word have you heard
Silly Bird!  Silly Bird! 

Elizabeth Howard, United States


Snow is on the crocus now.
It will not last. I wonder how

The flowers know it’s time to grow
And then to splash a splendid show

Of springtime beauty all around
while firmly anchored in the ground.

Mary O. Monical, United States

Spring Hunt

Vacant chair at the table, empty swing out back
no light at the windows everything's all black.

The house is locked and shuttered closed tighter than a drum
nothing but the mountain breeze, summer's yet to come.

Lantern by the kitchen door no longer can be found
Grandpa's gone a huntin' the echo of the hounds.

Barbara Tate, United States

Spring Invigorates

Compared to other seasons Spring is the king
Most adored; remains above all rating.   

Colorful in sky sweet smelling on earth
Caressing the body with subtle touch

Spring brings short changes in our lives
What is lost through other seasons it revives. 

Aju Mukhopadhyay, India

Spirals of Energy

Witch hazel you free spirit
shining yellow you're twilit.

Curving and curling
your branches whirling.

Bending your pliant limbs
divine me a dowse when the moon dims.

Pat Geyer, United States

Spring Fever

The scent of flowers as they come to bloom
Retreat the snow, the grey and gloom

Rays of sun, beam bright and warm
Bringing to life the buzz and swarm

With spirits now free, we sing a new tune
As we are thankful for this, this sunny afternoon

Langley Shazor, United States

Wild Roses of Spring

The wild roses bloom in the April sun,
But droop and fade when the spring is done.

When the spring is gone, they fade and die,
And no one knows the reason why,

Or why beauty's gone while it's still so young,
And why spring's song is so quickly sung.

Kathleen Murphy, United States

The Sweetness of Spring

Honey bees carefully carried in their home
beckoned by batons of wind they roam,

new spring flowers to see and savour
hair bells and bluebells, laden with nectar,

creatively combined in a busy hive
impatiently I wait for honey to arrive.

Annie Jenkin, England

Falling into Season

The sky above is the brightest blue
Mountains shine through with a sunlit hue

I feel the ripples of soft sweet air
My fingers touch grass naked and bare

Feeling the body not on the ground
I want to dance around and around

Isha Wagner, New Zealand


The many-hued flowers of spring, 
What delight to my soul they bring!

Flowers of the Kachnar* trees, 
Gift their fragrance to the breeze.

A time for rebirth and release -
Sing the butterflies and the bees.

Neena Singh, India

*Kachnar - Bauhinia Blakeana is an evergreen tree,  with large thick leaves and striking purplish red flowers. The fragrant, orchid-like flowers are usually 10-15 cm across, and bloom from early November to the end of March.

Birth of a Season

We all welcome the longer days
of Spring and her blossoming ways.

But her storms are filled with wonder,
lightning and abundant thunder.

These labor pains of creation
wreak havoc across the nation.

Candace Armstrong, United States

Spring Time

Wearing emerald skirts, here comes stunning spring.
Hark! You can almost hear the lovely bluebells ring!

Pretty pink blossom dresses the Sakura trees.
It will fall like confetti on the zephyr breeze.

Daffodils raise their sleepy heads in a blaze of gold.
Colourful crocuses and irises are a joy to behold.

Jan Allison, Isle of Man

Spring's Return

I've waited for this since the last autumn color
fled from our tree to become ground cover.

I longed for this through all the gray days
of short winter sun, feeling cold always.

Now green beginnings, warmth, colors abound,
birds fill my garden with bright chirping sounds.

Joan Leotta, United States

Seasonal Splendour

Amid a misty new day dawning
dewdrops settle on petals forming
Birdsong echoes in fields of green
newborn arrivals herald the scene
Colourful hues of seasonal splendour
filling my heart so graceful and tender.

Allan Ball, England

Joys of Springtime

The flowers that grow, the birds that sing,
I enjoy all that Springtime brings!

David Fox, United States


The daffs abundant in the ground
and lambs are gamboling around

to show that Spring is here at last—
hard winter days are in the past!

Jack Horne, England

Hello Beautiful World

The world is filled with flowers and trees
with green grass and honey bees.

Oh how I like the beautiful sky
when all the birds come flying by.

With tall trees and little squirrels;
Oh how I like this beautiful world.   
Glenda B. Frazier, United States

Evening Fade

The scent of lilacs wafts across the air
like rainbows fading to pastel flair.

With cloudy background splotched in darkest gray
the weeping willow brightens green to stay.

And frogs begin their moonlight serenade
as breezes ripple shadows to fade.

Diane Webster, United States

Le printemps

Before we see the burgeoned bloom,
it preens in Nature’s own Green Room.

Richard Carl Subber, United States

Spring Sprung

Warm sunny days, but a distant memory.
Like a prisoner held captive, I just want to be free.

Blossoming flowers, and budding trees.
Soft gentle rain, the birds and the bees.

These are the things, I’d love to see.
If Spring would only come, and rescue me.

David LaRue Alexander, United States 

First Signs of Spring

I woke to the tinkling of melting snow,
flowing from my roof to the ground below.

And a robin's chirp, in a nearby tree,
sounded like he was serenading me.

I opened my window to sniff the air,
and sure enough it smelled like spring out there.

Emile Pinet, Canada


People wearing calico short-sleeved shirts
The streets are embellished by bare-legged skirts

The amiable April sun does its ultimate best
And even my thoughts are airily dressed

Inge Wesdijk (Daginne Aignend) the Netherlands

A Calming Connection

An untouchable soul mate
A friend spiritual and intimate

A renewal and a release of stress
When the day`s discordance`s senseless

The body`s bushed and the mind`s whizzing
It takes the magic of a melody to get life soaring   

Ndaba Sibanda, Kuwait

Spring Flowers

At last the tiny buds have shown their heads
And catch the sun that warms the flower beds

The snow is gone, the grass is growing green.
A sense of new life permeates the scene.

They dance in wild abandon in the breeze
That teases them with random melodies.

Pam H. Murray, Canada

Odiferous Omen

My first clue we’re done with winter’s ravage
The yellow blossoms of the Skunk Cabbage

My heart sings when I see their beauty swell
Their golden hues emerge before their smell

Yes, their putrid odor makes my heart sing
The irony of their stink brings us spring

Jim Teeters, United States

Spring Springing
Sweet smell in the air shows springs sprung
Birds sing through spring air with bird tongue

Feel of happiness is everywhere
Could it be, spring is what we share?

Spring time comes only once a year
Yes springs sprung for our joyous tear
Yancy Lee Dalton, United States

Springtime (English)

And after cold days now the sun
Delights the heart with graceful fun

Now fresh grass in the spring breeze swing
Birds somewhere in the distance sing

The sky before yet gray not new
Changed now to vivid royal blue


Frühlingszeit  (German)

Nach kalten Tagen jetzt die Sonne
erfreut die Herzen voller Wonne

Und frisches Gras im Frühlingswind
sprießt überall und recht geschwind

Der Himmel kürzlich trist und grau
erstrahlt erneut in Königsblau

Gert Knop, Germany

spring lane

as I drive the river road at dawn
I catch the scent of freshly- cut lawn
from the bank daffodils wave their greeting
true sweetness of our words on meeting
pink cherry blossoms ripen branches
as you and I decide to take our chances

Anne Curran, New Zealand

Spring Seeds…

planted with vision
not indecision

each step with the Lord…
mutual accord

Karen O'Leary, United States

April’s Music

Here I stand listening as you sing
and dance with lilacs in the spring.

Petunias and bluebells clap their hands
as the rose and red bud join the band.

Your yellow hair shifts in the soft breeze
as lilacs tinkle like piano keys.

Michael Escoubas, United States