by Becky Dennison Sakellariou I will miss the strawberry picking the bending, heat on our backs, red-stained fingers, bending, ecstatic sweetness on the tongue bending, filling baskets. And the fourth graders reading The Declaration of Independence in the town square We hold these truths And then the raspberries, harder to pick than the strawberries. YouContinue reading “I will miss the strawberries”
Category Archives: Poetry
Night Forgery
by Tom Sheehan Just before dawn a shadow makes tracks in the dew‑lit grass. Later, a whisper and a scent follow the forsaken imprints Not a leaf stirs, but if I watch closely, blades of grass ease upright, a loam granule is released to airs staggering under stars, and the whisper, vague, is familiar, perhapsContinue reading “Night Forgery”
Two Haiku
by Susan Murata farm pond kneedeepkneedeep in frogs summer solstice the hens take all day to lay
New England Memories 