First Snow

we watch
for the first
wait for
silent passage
along the banks of
the ancient creek

dull morning light
golden Gingko leaves
new-fallen snow

By Lynda Lambert

Lynda Lambert Author PhotoLynda McKinney Lambert lives in the rural Village of Wurtemburg in western Pennsylvania. She writes poetry and creative non-fiction essays. She retired from teaching as professor of fine arts and humanities at Geneva College, Beaver Falls, Pennsylvannia, USA. Lambert’s first book, Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage was published by Kota Press. Her work appears in Spirit Fire Review; Indiana Voice Journal; Magnets & Ladders; Stylist; Breath & Shadow; Wordgathering; The Avocet; Proverse Hong Kong; Behind our Eyes: A Second Look – Anthology; and other literary journals and anthologies. She is also an actively exhibiting fiber artist. Major themes in her creative works are Nature; Mythology; Art and History.

Lynda McKinney lost most of her sight in 2007 due to Ischemic Optic Neuropathy. She creates her art work and writing projects via the use of technologies for the blind.

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Photo of leaves in snow by Sergey Filonenko

Good Morning From Bear Creek (E. Trinity Alps)

Valley Bottom. Kingfisher
chides me

for being Human

The waterfall bird
schist blue grey flies

right past
my nose

Leopard lily’s wild
orange tresses pulled back,

gaze adoringly into cascades
of high country

white music
the stream stones, labradorite
and turquoise-like
veins of light-
infused vertical striations
of blue luminescence

It is
a good morning.

By Chris Anderl

waterfall light in dark forest

I’m mostly a West Coast mountains and streams wilderness poet (to use the classical Chinese distinction between ‘wild’ and ‘country and garden’ variety Nature poetry.) I’ve done graduate work in Chinese philosophy, religion, and poetry with a focus on ecological dimensions, written a couple books (see, and produce instructional materials in the energy arts of Qigong. The early Daoists and nature writers of China have provided some energetic framework for my contemporary Northern California interpretive syntheses.

Photo of cascading creek by Matthew Tilghman

Autumn Sunrise

Early walkers traverse
exposed low-tide strand.
Tangerine horizon floats
above spindrift waves.

Sea weed cast ashore
among driftwood debris
forms a curling ribbon
across footprinted beach.

A trio of dolphins perform
their energetic aquacade
for the benefit of joggers and dogs.
Panzer pelicans strafe silver surf.

By Jennifer Lagier

sunrise glow over ocean

The author, Jennifer LagierJennifer Lagier has published thirteen books, taught with California Poets in the Schools, co-edits the Homestead Review, helps coordinate Monterey Bay Poetry Consortium readings. Newest books: Scene of the Crime (Evening Street Press), Harbingers (Blue Light Press), Camille Abroad (FutureCycle Press). Forthcoming: Like a B Movie (FutureCycle Press, 2018). Website: Facebook: Photo by the author.

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When the World Tilts

The world has tilted
and now the darkness grows
like a living thing
coming into its prime.

I don’t know how
the night sky by morning
casts so many shadows
but it does. They propagate.

Rich textures form tapestries
seen even in the absence of light.
They form from the shadows
and the cushions of fallen foliage on grass

and the resting places of leaves
on benches and the boughs
of evergreens now dotted
with reds and yellows.

In the moment
before the late sunrise
the outline of a moose
appears on the trail.

This creature could be
made of shadow, but isn’t.
He has his autumn antlers
and is ready to rut.

By Ray Ball

Moose walking down a forest road

I am a writer and history professor at the University of Alaska Anchorage. When not in the classroom or the archives of Europe and Latin America, I enjoy running marathons, reading, and spending time with my spouse Mark and beagle Bailey. I’m the author of a number of history books and articles. My poems have appeared in or are forthcoming in Alaska Women Speak, Eunoia Review, Foxglove Journal, and Occulum, among others. I tweet @ProfessorBall. Photo by the author.

Joyous Dawn

Gray skies
That morph into blue
Sun reflecting
Off the morning dew

Sleepy eyes
Greet a new day
Nature awakening
In a colorful array

A golden glow
Explodes across all
The earth comes alive
To the bird’s call

Moments pass by
In the beat of a wing
A glorious dawn
And the joy it does bring

By Ann Christine Tabaka

bird singing from branch

Tabaka Author PhotoAnn Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware. She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer. She loves gardening, cooking, and the ocean. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her poems have been published in numerous national and international poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies. Chris has been selected as the resident Haiku poet for Stanzaic Stylings.

Photo of bird singing by Sander Meertins