Sliding through arches
of elms sunshine
yellow and warm as honey.

Moss crawls over mudstone
while squirrels skip
around tree stumps.

Imagine to be a sea gull
in blue wind pushing
air through your wing.

After the long rain
pine trees bending
with cones.

Branches etch evening sky
turning razzle dazzle
purple red citron.

Leaves drop like butterflies
filling the floor of forest
with crunchy foliage.

See this snowy storm of
light quickly quietly
covering our moon tonight.

Long winters keep
greatcoats of frost
wrapped around our woods.

By Joan McNerney

gold autumn forest with sunlight and sunbeams

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work. Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations.

Photo by Taiga

Old Orchard

On Sunday drives, apple
trees tempted those to stop
& pluck one to eat & two
to stash in deep pockets
for later.

Now, empty-handed, I
walk where ghost trees
drift— silvered branches
trimmed with an apple
or two, waiting
to be picked.

Overhead, seagulls fly

Sun’s dappled light
flickers against
my freckled hands

I struggle to reach
a memory— one
that’s nodded off

This life of few
bargains— seemingly

By M.J. Iuppa

one apple in the old apple tree

M.J. Iuppa is the Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor Program and Lecturer in Creative Writing at St. John Fisher College; and since 2000 to present, is a part time lecturer in Creative Writing at The College at Brockport. Since 1986, she has been a teaching artist, working with students, K-12, in Rochester, New York, and surrounding area. She has three full length poetry collections, most recently Small Worlds Floating (2016) as well as Within Reach (2010) both from Cherry Grove Collections; Night Traveler (Foothills Publishing, 2003); and 5 chapbooks. She lives on a small farm in Hamlin, New York, USA.

Photo by Andrey Shupilo



I have listened to these woods and there
is no arguing about countless layers sifting,
settling in their own time. No quarrel
about this resurrection of mosses and lichens
on dead wood, the broken rosary
of shelf fungi running the length of the dead
branch. No shouldering aside of sycamore’s
breadth blanketing the slender chinquapin.

Stone and spore lost in some time lapse
even as slender stemmed trilliums tip wine
cups heedless as to gray or green. Scrolls
the lot of them, veined messages beyond
the stripped cedar where the mountain
lion scratches shredded sentences
across the blank page of the moon.

By Pat Anthony

forest floor of a springtime forest

To read more of Pat Anthony’s poems please visit middlecreekcurrents.

Photo by Sian Cox

Animal Eyes

—For Barbara the cat woman

Are we less or more human
When we watch the world
Through animal eyes?

When we react to strangers
Through the growls or purrs
Of the four legged?

When we ensure that
The hair lined mammal
Is fed before us?

Do we bond with fellow men
Based on association with dogs
Or cohabitation with cats?

Are we subspecies hominids
Living for the company
Of the inarticulate?


But I have spent forty years
Observing life through animals’ eyes
And feel better for it.

By Ed Ahern

cat and dog together lying on the floor

Ice Out

Winter lets go of the river
with parting waves of snow
and growling goodbyes
as jumbled slabs of ice,
piled shore to shore,
grind stream-grass into confetti
and toted boles of trees
drift on gelid voyages
into flotsam diaspora.

By Ed Ahern

Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He’s had 150 stories and poems published so far. His collected fairy and folk tales, The Witch Made Me Do It, was published by Gypsy Shadow Press. His novella, The Witches’ Bane, was published by World Castle Publishing, and his collected fantasy and horror stories, Capricious Visions, was published by Gnome on Pig Press. Ed’s currently working on a paranormal/thriller novel tentatively titled, The Rule of Chaos. He works the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories, where he sits on the review board and manages a posse of five review editors.

Photo by Petar Dojkic


Another night wind, wet wind bears
the breaths of owl and cougar, flings
pine limbs down, these crash
to wet ground, wet hunters
stalk prey,
wet prey,
can’t wait,
dark wet feet. Water howls down
spouts; clay bowls, ivy bowls
smash flat onto bricks. Out there,
dark there, one shriek— something
small. I wrap myself in woolen shawl.

A midday sun: all color gone
from cliffs, from sky, from shadows, empty
doorways— the village sleeps. Waves
of far-off hills break blue on gray
horizons. Tawny stone lifts sheer
above this valley floor, its glassy
facets flashing yellow, white.
A raven circles low above
the melting road. I wish
I had another sweater to take off.

By Diane Lee Moomey

Diane has lived and wandered around the US and Canada, and now dips her gardener’s hands in California dirt. A regular reader at San Francisco Bay Area poetry venues, Diane has published prose and poetry, most recently in Mezzo Cammin, Peacock Journal, The Sand Hill Review, California Poetry Quarterly, Caesura and Red Wheelbarrow, and has been nominated for a Pushcart prize. She won first prize and an Honorable Mention in the Sonnet category of the 2016 Soul Making Keats Literary Contest, and first prize in the Creative Non-Fiction category of the same competition.

To read more, please visit her page at Poets & Writers.

Diane is also a watercolorist and collage artist, an experience that both seeds and is seeded by, her poetic imagery. To view her artwork, please visit www.dianeleemoomeyart.com.