In the Backyard
When it didn’t think I was looking,
I caught the oak tree
twitching its limbs,
trying to shake off the chimes.
Trees prefer, like all of us,
the sound of their own leaves.
A poem by Taylor Graham of Somerset.
Published on 03.03.05
A poem by Sunflower of Sacramento.
Published on 02.24.05
Two poems by Patricia D’Alessandro of Sacramento.
Published on 02.17.05
A poem by Robert M. Stanley of Sacramento.
Published on 02.03.05
A poem by William S. Gainer of Grass Valley.
Published on 01.27.05