Haiku
Morning Transit
Rain beads on mailbox a truck idles at the curb one envelope slips
By Tim Carmichaelabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Food in a Garden
Food in a garden Getting ready for tables Leaves of many kinds
By Margaret Minnicksabout 15 hours ago in Poets
The Slug
a slug moves across the flat rock leaving a thin wet line behind it
By Tim Carmichaelabout 16 hours ago in Poets
Alarm
Warm under my sheets I stare at four fifty nine Anticipation
By Jean-François Lamotheabout 18 hours ago in Poets
By the Pond
Alone I remain Unfit for any other Way of being here
By D. J. Reddallabout 19 hours ago in Poets
I am worth it now
One random morning After years of dull darkness I am worth it now.
By Susan Fourtané about 19 hours ago in Poets






